Looking back on what I could change, I would’ve done it all different,
All the moments I wish to exchange, My heart cries in pain so vociferate.
Move the earth and stars, no change, the pain is still full inside me,
Just take my heart to a firing range, punish it; for it defied me.
What could have changed, What I could’ve become,
I feel estranged, Like a sea of pond scum.
This is a marathon but I can’t run, The race of my existence,
And I’m stuck watching number one, From a distance.
But can I change how I feel? Could I go back and change it all?
If Jesus can take the wheel, He should pull me out of this pitfull.
But then I realized when it was all over, Looking back was my eternal layover.