As was very common with my early poems/song, I held this one as “unfinished” since there was no pleasant and religious resolution. I later added the following lines:

Now I choose to move on, to do something right
I will try to live what I’ve claimed to believe all my life
Laugh if you will, spit in my face
It can’t be worse than all the years gone to waste
Chapters of my life slide back into the fog of time,
Days on end that I’ve ruined, never will I be able to clear these out.
What’s done is done, some races have already been run
The past is past, now I need to live right and make it last
I’ll call on the only God I know, to help me fix those wasted years
I know He’ll help me, He always does, to wipe away those wasted tears

I wanna wait for Him, wait for His plan,
But it’s hard, ‘cause I’m a selfish, foolish man
I live my own way, I pay Him no heed
But all the while, He’s caring for my needs
I do things daily, that I can’t forgive myself
Yet God shrugs them away, and lets me start over
The best friend I have, he forgives me every time,
When I slip and slide, sometimes on purpose
He lets me begin anew, with a new life, a new, clean heart, a fresh start
He helps me forget the wasted years, the trials and rocky times
He lets me dry all those wasted tears, the sobs of anguish and pain
Wasted years, Wasted tears, never will they haunt me again,
For I have stepped out of my old skin
I have shed the old life, the one I used to live
Now I’ll give love to get it, and get it to give