Undesireable Regrets - Holger

How many lives have you lived so far?

Dreams in our sleeps under a twilight sky

On a croweded square filled with relentless pride

Significant words can tell significant lies

Walking the streets on an empty Sunday

Crowding the bars on a Friday night

The human kind can be so unkind

But it is the best we know

Torn apart love and all those country doves

They may pleasure you for a while

But a broken heart is like that thing on the Bible

When old Abraham had to take his son

To the mountain of sorrow and ubiquitous fright

Walking the streets on an empty Sunday

Crowding the bars on a Friday night

The human kind can be so unkind

But it is the best we know

But what could be

And what could not

Are so entwined

Tied in a knot

And I keep trying to forget

All my undesirable regrets