Tell
Me
About
Your
Regret,
What
You
Recall
And
What
You
Forget.
Tell
About
Your
Innocent
Days,
Before
The
Clear
Path
Became
A
Maze,
Of
Sorrow
And
The
Poise
Gained
From
Bearing
The
Pain.
Of
All
The
Things
Folks
Never
Say
Aloud.
Be
Proud.
Hold
Tight,
And
Write.