In emerald dreams you did not bestow,
Yet in my heart, no seeds of sorrow grow.
No jewels hung from my weary plight,
Still, regret’s shadow does not darken my light.
You whispered softly of joy’s true price,
Teaching me to seek the worth in sacrifice.
These grey days, they linger, weary and long,
Yet here I stand, steadfast and strong.
No, I do not regret, not in this space,
For you have taught me to hold my own grace.
Each step I take, I wander unchained,
In gratitude I rise, though storms have rained.
No ring to promise, no dog by my side,
Yet regret finds no entry where hope does abide.
No calls in the night, no sweet lullaby,
Still my heart beats fiercely, reaching for the sky.
No garments of grey, no paths pre-arranged,
Yet today I am free, not bitter, not changed.
Like eyes in the theatre, you watch from afar,
But regret has no part in this life I ajar.
I do not regret, not in the slightest,
For each trial endured has made my soul brightest.
O King of diamonds, for you I give thanks,
In this land of struggle, through trials and pranks.
Through years of tempest, through battle and strife,
Regrets have no footing in this dance we call life.
In the end, as horizons unfold,
Still, no regret will dare to take hold.
No leave from disdain, no kind smile’s return,
Still in the silence, my spirit will yearn.
These grey days embrace me, tormented yet true,
For regret has no claim on the journey I pursue.
No, I do not regret, not a whisper, not trace,
For my love for my country shall forever embrace.
For each Thursday, each Friday, and Tuesdays anew,
With a heart full of hope, I give thanks unto you.
I do not regret—my anthem, my creed,
For the heaven you offer from life’s tangled thread.
For guiding me forth, through darkest of night,
In gratitude I rise, as I thank you each night.
I do not regret…
I do not regret…
I do not regret…
