Baskadia

𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭

In the middle of the night, Where the moon casts its silvery light, The ocean whispers tales of old, Stories yet untold. I hear the echoes of my past, Regrets that linger fast. Dreams I let slip away, On the tides of yesterday. But now I see the truth, That I'm holding back my youth. And that every chance I miss, Is a dream that I dismiss. If only I could go back, And change my youth and past, I'll dive into the depths, And find my rightful place. Written by: Arnelyn L. Lapatis