He dwells within regret. It is, at last, his fate: He realized his wrong, But it was then too late. He stands beside the falls, And asks it, as a teacher, Why is it, when we can't go back, We can't go forward either?
He dwells within regret. It is, at last, his fate: He realized his wrong, But it was then too late. He stands beside the falls, And asks it, as a teacher, Why is it, when we can't go back, We can't go forward either?
Oh, I love this!