It
is hard to say sorry
In
this world of greed and power
We
look around the world we live in
Every
race wants to fly
We
don't see the shadows
Gathering
storm to make us fall
Into
the traps of honey and wealth
We
all fall like lambs
In
the hot grill
We
feel the smoking air
We
jump over to cool it
Then
we forget
Don't
let our lives feel with regrets
It
is better to say sorry and move on
Let
the past be our guiding light
Learn
our mistakes learn to make it good
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