Learn, Repent & Apologize

Reflections left of the past

selections that forever last


Don't wanna be stuck here

time to move on that is clear


New horizons await elsewhere

shed all the weight you bare


For life is a stream of memories

some left behind some held dear


Regret worse than any poison

killing silently from the inside


Burdens of the past you carry

make shoulders ache at night


Time to shed all thats done

for a new cycle has begun


Learn, repent & apologize

a life lesson for the wise








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