There’s no time to regret alacrity in the past
Even when it seems life is prematurely transposing fast
There’s no time to rewind the hands of the clock
No matter how tight those chains are locked
There’s no time to make abominable things seem right
Even when that dark day seems bright
There’s no time to try and replicate perfection
Even when you have no initial intentions
There’s no time to wish life was small and compact
Think of life as an abstract
Where strength, hope and love leads you there
With God always close and near
