Looking Back, Walking Ahead

Looking back the road’s so clear
Why couldn’t I find my way here?
So relieved to finally be out of the mist
Another one of life’s cruel twists.

With only time to ponder why
All my regrets cause me to cry.
I only pray that the difficult times are passed
I know it is true love and happiness that last.

No rose-colored glasses here nor a blind eye
I’ll strive to choose the right path ‘till the day I die.
A new experience awaits us at every turn
So that from this life we can learn.

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