My Regret

I wish I would've said I love you
I wish that I could have the chance to
Make up for all those wasted years
The bitter nights and the lonely tears
I wish I would've said I love you
Maybe you would say it to me, too
Maybe then our love would grow
Maybe, but it's now too late to know

You said the thing that hurt me most and I could not forget
I'm sad, 'cause now you're gone, and I am left with my regret
Back then it all seemed justified, but now it seems a waste...

I wish I would've said I love you
I wish that I could have the chance to
Make up for all those wasted years
The bitter nights and the lonely tears
I wish I would've said I love you
Maybe you would say it to me, too
Maybe then our love would grow
Maybe, but it's now too late to know

I had a million second chances that I let slip by
Too bad the well of opportunity has just run dry
And now those words seem easy, they echo in my mind...

I wish I would've said I love you
I wish that I could have the chance to
Make up for all those wasted years
The bitter nights and the lonely tears
I wish I would've said I love you
Maybe you would say it to me, too
Maybe then our love would grow
Maybe, but it's now too late to know
Too late to know
It's too late to know
But how was I to know?

Words and Music by Karl Kohlhase
© 2000 karl kohlhase

Featured on "Through the Dark"

STORY BEHIND THIS SONG...

(Read Luke 17:4; Ephesians 4:31-32)
"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger...be put away from you...forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you."

My 5th grade teacher, Mr. Yapel, was a serious, down-to-business kind of guy. I was a goof off. Consequently I don't remember much that Mr. Yapel ever said. But one day he said something that I will never forget.

Very uncharacteristically, he stopped his lesson one day and told us to give him our undivided attention. He proceeded to tell us that we never know how long we have to spend with the people we care about, so we should tell them, while we have the time, that we love them. If we should ever miss the chance, we would live a life of regret afterwards.

I don't know if Mr. Yapel had just lost someone near to him or why he shared that little sermonette that day. But I am glad he did.

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