The past is past and can't be changed
modified or rearranged
No need to dwell on where we've been
wishing we could try again
The only course is straight ahead
we can't take back the words we've said
Like a sculptor molding clay
we shape our past with each new day
Forming memories sad or sweet
each one is set when the day's complete
We are creating our past today
history in un-sculpted clay
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