Too Late to Turn Back Time

I walk alone on this old dirt road. The sun is

sinking low, the sky a fiery gold. Memories of the choices I made

haunt me like a ghost. If I had a time machine, I'd fix what

hurt the most. If I could turn back time, I'd right every wrong.

Every word I said, every place I don't belong. I'd change the

nights I cried, and the days I broke a heart. But reality's cruel,

and I can't restart. It's just a memory now, nothing more than

a sign. Even if I had powers, I'd still be too late this