"My hand to God

I didn't mean to

After all

Look what we've been through

Men come in different shades

That's how we're made

The little house on Ellis Drive

Is where I felt most alive

The oak tree covered that old Ford

I miss it Lord,

I miss it Lord

These blood red eyes

Don't see so good

But what's worse is if they could

Would I change my ways?

Wasted times and broken dreams

Violent colors so obscene

It's all I see these days

These days"

Just a deep and profound expression of regret for misconduct towards another, a special person, and the feeling of tremendous loss that comes from the inevitable, irrevocable, change there from.

I know it all too well.