My future regret
Comes in days that haven’t happened yet
And I feel guilt
Like a blade broken at the hilt
For all my sorrows and all my sins
The near misses and the almost wins
As I try to fight my true nature
Hitting like a meteor into a crater 
And leaving a mess all around
I’m silent but you hear the sound
Of everything
Of a bird on the wing
That seems to soar
Do you want something more
Than what you’ve always had
It’s stereotypical, this feeling bad
Like dread is a mountain I meet in my sleep
And broken promises are all that I keep
Close to me as I lie on my pillow
Bending the truth like it’s a weeping willow
Just to measure up
Please, Lord, take away this cup
But the present moment ever is
And this life is only His
In His majesty 
Just don’t wave a red flag at me