Wish I'd Listened More

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Instead, I fought battles that would never cease.
His frustration grew, his patience swayed,
Heed the ones who love you, be wise,
Now I'm left with echoes of regret and pain.
Oh, I wish I'd listened more
And now I'm left with only the night...
Memories flood back, like waves in the bay,
Now I ponder the wisdom and love I lost.
In his arms, I could have found peace,
Could have saved me so much pain
For in the end, love's the truest guide,
His gentle wisdom, his guiding light,
But I was stubborn again and again.
As the night falls and the world fades to grey,
Now I'm haunted by the ghost of every lost hope.
To the man I adored,
A lifetime of choices, so many roads I've crossed,
He was always right.
He stopped offering his wisdom and grace,
Tears now filling my fading eyes.
In the twilight of my years, truth shines bright,
He grew so tired of my stubborn ways,
I pushed away what I needed the most,
Knowing I'd reject it, lost in my own space.
So if you're listening, take my advice,
But I chose the path, I made my own choice,
But I cherish the love he did send,
I see his face, kind and wise,
Don't let pride leave you empty inside.
Don't tell me what to do," was my refrain,
Time slipping away, but I remember it all,
He'd speak softly, with love in his voice,
In this quiet room, shadows dance on the wall,
Lying here, it's too late to mend,

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