Far Away Farewell

Oh, to turn back time! Oh, to set the hourglass spinning backward in its fine grains of sand, flowing against time itself. Oh, to regain the love my heart once captured! Oh, to love at all! That is all, That is all. Oh, my mother, when she turns in her grave one day, will I regret that time cannot turn back? To know I cannot ever go back? Oh, to the day I was born! Joyful splendor unfolding, each day a new being, a new time, infinitely separate from the last day, a new day of hope. Oh, when I sit in my grave, mourned and mourning, leaving life behind, though I so full, I know, that should time turn back after all, should I not be so full? Should I not know it all? But oh! To turn back the morning To capture the essence of a faded spring made new To know it all again That is all, That is all.