Sing of all my broken dreams
And all I could have done and been
Sing of all those wasted chances
And the people I won’t prove wrong

But you need
30 more years
Of bitterness and disappointment before you can be talking like that my girl
Yes you need
30 more years
Of being less than you can be before you can really
Complain
And you need
30 odd years
Of dying inside every time you think “I should have”
Yes you need
30 more years
Of getting up in the morning and knowing that life goes on

Sing of all the times I tried,
And fell, my face down in the mud
Again, againm feel failure’s sting
Like endless stab wounds to the heart

But you need
30 more years
Of bitterness and disappointment before you can be talking like that my girl
Yes you need
30 more years
Of being less than you can be before you can really
Complain
And you need
30 odd years
Of dying inside every time you think “I should have”
Yes you need
30 more years
Of getting up in the morning and knowing that life goes on

Through this failure I discover
I may have lost one self but I have found another
Despite the wounds my heart remains
Intact
And it has found its voice

Everything I’ve been and am all comes together in this writing hand

All the pieces fit together
And I know that nothing can ever
Take this from me

So

Sing of all my broken dreams
And all I could have done and been
Sing of all the wasted chances
And the people I won’t prove wrong

Sing of shame, then recantation
Sing of loss, reconciliation
Sing, sing, sing, sing