If my mistakes can be described in words
I would write a tome with some depth full blurbs,
If my regrets could be sung in chords
I would compose a tune that my pain records
If my wounds could be read in prose
I would write a tale attached with pain where sorrow flows,
A Melody haunting but also soft in tune
Nights are passing in vain just under the weeping moon,
Oh Lord, Have you seen the love I tossed ?
And can I see again the smile that I lost ?