Never counting the regrets

Waiting on chances so far gone
Hoping our answers light the dark
Praying someday soon we'll understand
As we search for the promised land

I see a holy host of sweet confusion
And we all bleed but some men
choose to stand up
Stand up straight when there's something to lose


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