Spilt milk, a symbol of regret,
A way to find a life upset.
A world that's filled with endless pain,
A hope that's always to be gained.
The things we see, the things we know,
The moments that we all must go.
The memories that we all recall,
The things we said, the things we saw.
But in the midst of all our loss,
A way to find a brand new cross.
A hope that's always to be gained,
A way to see what life's attained.
The steps we take to find our way,
The things we do to seize the day.
The moments that we all create,
The things we do to change our fate.
Spilt milk, a symbol of regret,
A way to find a life upset.
A world that's filled with endless pain,
A hope that's always to be gained.
So let us learn to hold our own,
And find a way to make it known.
For when we learn to trust and grow,
We'll find a way to let it flow.
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