Life is but a vapor, A whisper in the wind; Life is just a story, Beginning, middle, end.
Life is but a journey (The miles fly by so fast); Life is just a fragment In a sea of broken glass.
But vapors, stories, journeys, fragments, Whispers, endings, miles, and glass, Each one has a purpose; they know The now redeems the past.
So don't regret your story so far, The journey so riddled with pain; We're not here to linger on regrets, Memories that drive us insane.
You are renewed every morning (Doesn't our Father tell us so?) And today is a new day, a fresh Page to rewrite the long ago.