The sky stained dark

The ground bulky and black

The place where all regrets hit their mark

Where the memory meets the dark

It’s a place you never want to see

So you hide it away

But in your darkest hour

When no one will hear what you have to say

You find yourself heading there

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I should have done this.”

“I shouldn’t have said this.”

“I should have said that.”

It is written everywhere

The hill of regrets

A long hard hill

Yet you want to climb

Until you’ve had your fill

Wallowing in self guilt

You allow your self to grow weary

You reach the top

And you feel quite teary

“I’m a horrible person.”

“No one can love me.”

“I deserve to die.”

“I am worth nothing.”

That is all you can think

That’s the thing about it

The awful hill called Regret

Once you’ve made your climb

You can’t leave it as of yet

Forced in one direction

You must travel the next one

The hill called Sorrow

Which has killed man by the ton

Once at the top one thing is to be found

A burning sword standing alone

Upon walking closer

Your whole life is shown

It burns your heart

It pierces your very being

Like fire, hell fire,

It reduces what you are seeing

Many a man has stopped here

Given up to this feeling called sorrow

Yet if they’d only look up, they’d see

They’d see there is hope for the marrow

For tis not only a sword

But a cross, not for us

But for the one who loved us enough to die

For the son of man who for us made a fuss

He died to take our regrets

He died to take our sorrow

He died to show the better way

To show us a better tomorrow

For if you would follow the cross

Standing tall and pointing

You’d see the beautiful sky

Painted with the colors of dawn, not disappointing

You’d see all that he worked to make for us

To show us his love

You’d see that he really did care enough

To send his son from above

And thus it is no longer a place of tears

No longer a place of fears

For God came and took them

No longer is it the place where memories reach the dark

But where we reach the love of our Father