I�d lost my ideals along the line,
And never seemed to find them.
Living the life of the ignorantly sublime,
There was so much happiness I condemned.

Imagining a life better to live,
And tossing over detail.
So much more I wished to give,
So much I think I�ve failed.

Not one thing could please me more
Than to live this life again.
To kiss the one that I adore.
To let go of encompassing pain.