It’s Too late to rewind the tick tock of the hands of time
To be honest that was never a wish of mine.
We could could never cut and paste.
To go back; all the good would have to be erased.
So I except both the good and the bad
when I’m happy
And when I’m sad
Instead of being bitter over what I cannot change
I’ll ride this train of pain and enjoy all the happy moments in between.