Baton of the Past

Do not dwell in your past Where the fattened maggots wallow in your rotten regrets Where the high ocean of opportunities lost, kiss the very lips of the sky There, they are dying dreams helpless hopes and murdered music that made your heart once merry and sweetened your soul to sing along till that very song was stolen from you I tell you something my friends let not such lyrics be forgotten Fight to win your voice back again Sing that beautiful song you once had and echo your music louder this time Everyman in life wether great or small has witnessed both a push and pull Don't be like the wasted candle wax at night Rekindle your dreams and shine brighter like the setting sun that fades to rise Whatever lofty life you may have lived Whatever dreadful deeds you may have done Whatever great loss you may have incurred You have paid the price already my friend Don't be beaten twice by the baton of the past I give you this sincere words of advice I hope they mix well with your better wisdom Nothing lost is loss unless your dear life all is retrievable as long as one is alive Time may outrun you but can be met in time