We look at our lives,
the big picture,
the grand scheme,
the grand delusion.
Look at the picture covered walls,
Walk down my lonely, empty halls.
See the past in a mist
running before my eyes
what kind of life is this.
I think, I know
there was so much I could've done,
Could've said to stop it.
I could've helped with the house,
Helped with the kids.
I never realized all the things,
the smallest things to save this.
It's always to late to see these,
Things to replace the sorrys or please,
or stop me from crying on my knees.
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