This life is filled with messed-up chances
Regrets and many backward glances
Passed-up opportunities
No going back on history
What has already come
Now cannot be undone
(chorus)
Of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these, “It might have been”
But one day, if only’s
Will be no more
New creation, new birth
New heavens and new earth
The old has gone
The new has come
We’ll forget all we regret (refrain)
Ben Taylor 