Skies of Blue

If today is but a minute long, and tomorrow is on a distant shore, will I be thankful for the time I had, or will I be praying for a little more?... If my time has come to pass, will I regret the loss of years? Will all the things I never did bring me to a river of tears?... My only regret can be of us, of our time gone, now that I'm through; I'm so sorry for the loss of time, but I'll see you again in the skies of blue... Until that time does arrive, I'll be waiting here for you; I want to hold you forever, in these skies so very blue.