As I wander through past in life,
And ponder upon those days and nights,
There are moments of great delight
And there are times which make me cry.
Some make me proud
Some make me shy
Some still draw the fury inside.
Some I wish I could change
Some I wish could live again.
In this play on stage of life,
We never get to repeat the role
We never play the script twice.
Is it a blessing in disguise?
This is life, this is life.
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