Regret by Margaux
With our heads bowed over the hole in shame,
We mourned a life that we forgot to celebrate,
That tragic day in December.
We pile on dirt, shovelful by shovelful,
We bury the dark-stained wood,
With our heads bowed over the mound in shame.
We blame ourselves, we wish we could have stopped it,
We envision every different outcome of
That tragic day we will always remember.
We try to move along, take jobs, go to school, yet,
We still suffer,
With our heads bowed over our letters in shame.
Trying to prevent disasters is hard, but we try anyways, because
We are still haunted by
That tragic way we lost a member.
Even today,
We mimic the way we stood over the hole,
With our heads bowed in shame,
That tragic day in December.