Running, back to the past, with a heart full of regret,
Reminiscing on the memories, that they’ll never forget,
Reflections of mistakes made, and chances missed,
But a chance to return, to rekindle what’s dismissed.
Recollections of times gone by, and moments that passed,
A chance at redemption, to renew what’s lost at last,
Running down that old street, with a heart full of hope,
A chance to make things right, and a chance to cope.
© VishalDutia
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