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When did the world become this difficult?

When did deciding which shoes you put on

this morning meant the difference between life and death?

Some people say it was when we were banished from Eden.

They say that was the first day we were really alone.

But I don’t think that’s it at all.

The second we become aware of ourselves,

is the day everything changes.

We could be five or fifty,

it doesn’t matter.

‘Cause life has a way of hitting the reset button

every so often.

Everything you’ve built comes crashing down

on you in one fell swoop.

Sodom and Gomorrah, Rome, your life.

So tonight when you lay awake in your bed

all tucked in, or when you catch your

reflection in a mirror,

you’ll think of all those irreversible decisions

you can never remake.

The son you could have had,

the woman you should have married,

and you’ll think of the smile you lost.

But this is who you’ve become,

for better or for worse.

So tonight while you lay face up remaking all your

irreversible decisions and imagining yourself

with your blushing bride

or at little league practice with the son

you could have had;

remember that it’s never too late.

So rise with the morning sun and know

it is better to have loved and lost then to have

to live alone.