We walk a lifetime
And lose our treasures
But in the end our fortune
Is measured by our fading scars
Without our failure
There's no redemption
And so we take our chances
To fall and rise with equal grace
God bless our mistakes
Let our bubbles break
Let us be thankful for our foolish pride
The air between us
Is filled with silence
Our words were never spoken
From fear of our rejection
So tell your stories
And ask your questions
Regrets are made for losing
Embrace our imperfections
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