Easy to make.
Easy to explain.
Easy to spell,
M.I.S.T.A.K.E.S.
Mistakes.

I wish it was as easier
to neglect.

I wish it was as easier
to correct.

Now, no matter how many
coins I drop in the wishing well.

No matter to how many
Angels before I kneel.

The clock's arms will never
go back to the time I crave.

Afterall, that's a blessing
God never gave.

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