Somewhere in the depths of you
Lingers still the seed that grew
The doubts you had, the hope you lost
The price you paid to avoid the cost
of lowering your garde
Yes, somewhere in the back of head
By memories stashed, by dreams now dead
Filed into a cabinet
Is the child you never met
The choice you made was hard
This child desires not to know
Why you not reap just what you sow
But I would ask you if we met
Do you ever feel regret?
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Submission Name: "The Seed that Grew"
