We walk away and forget
Too easily we forget,
But I have gone back to find mine
To see what hopes are left.
Parts of my soul I've given up
Why? I ask now, why?
Too hard it is without my wings
Too hard it is to fly
I have gone back to look
To see if my soul is there
I have gone a while down this road
Too far and long I say
Without what matters most to me
I walked away and forgot
How easily we forget
But I have turned and gone back
A tiresome journey done over
better than a road ending in regret.