God, don’t I wish to turn back time,
Rewrite the paths I let slip by,
Undo the scars, the shattered dreams,
Catch the tears before they became streams.

Don’t we all chase phantom hands,
Of clocks that spin without a care?
We'd give the world for one more chance
To breathe again what once was there.

I’d mend the hearts I broke in haste,
Swallow words that cut too deep.
I’d linger longer in their gaze,
Hold love before it slipped to sleep.

But would you truly, if you could?
Erase the steps you took in fear?
For even in the pain we bear,
There’s something precious in the scars we wear.

You’re right, perhaps, yet still the ache
Lingers deep, refusing rest.
I’d heal the cracks if given time,
And gather hope where now it grieves.

Maybe wounds have made us wise,
Cracks in us let light break through.
What’s broken shapes the souls we are
Would turning back undo us too?

So here I stand, with what remains,
A heart too heavy for repair.
Even knowing scars may fade,
I’d trade it all for one more chance.