VIII Regret
(Hello Mirror, so glad to see you my friend
It’s been a while…)
Staring at the empty page before me
All the years of wreckage running through my head
Patterns of my life I thought adorned me
Revealling hurtful shame and deep lament
Overwhelming sorrow now absorbs me
As the pen begins to trace my darkest past
Signs throughout my life that should have warned me
Of all the wrongs I’ve done for which I must repent
I once thought it better to regret
Things that I have done than haven’t
Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
Learn the hard way
And sometimes you’ve got to be strong
When you think it’s too late
Staring at the finished page before me
All the damage now so clear and evident
Thinking about the dreaded task in store for me
A pit of fear at the thought of my amends
Hoping that this step will help restore me
To face my past and ask for forgiveness
Cleaning up my dirty side of this unswept street
Could this be the beginning of the end?
I once thought it better to regret
Things that I have done than haven’t
Sometimes you’ve got to be wrong
Learn the hard way
And just when you’re through hanging on
You’re saved
IX Restitution
(Instrumental)