The night is young but here I am,
Writing about the voice within,
For sleep still wouldn't come,
Remembering the past of who I've been.
I know I'm not perfect and had not been good,
For the things I know I did wrong,
For the person who I never have should,
For the change that took so long.
But those days I do not regret,
For it made me who I am now,
For the places and people that I met,
For the promises and those broken vows.
But what I regret is the pain I caused,
To those who I did adore,
For the fight for them I did paused,
For I want to hurt no more.
I hope someday they would understand,
That weaknesses I also have,
For I am but only a man,
Able to hurt, able to love.
Those days were of times of young,
When passions do run high,
Nights of warmth and melodies sung,
Tearful days of painful goodbyes.
But all things change and so am I,
But still I can never forget,
Those memories that will never die,
Until at my life's sunset.
I hope when the past catch up with me,
I will no longer have any fear,
I can face it full of glee,
For still in my heart I still hold them dear.
