Mistakes

It's three in the morning, she knows I'm still up.
So she calls again, sobbing over her broken love.
Through her tears and the words I can barely make out,
She cries out to God "Won't You make this work now?"
"Please tell me my dream life was not a mistake.
Does this army wife really have what it takes?"

Now it's three A.M. on another sad day.
In the darkness, I dial, praying you'll be awake,
Now it's my turn to cry, mourning this dying love,
And I already know the answer you're thinking of.
The truth rings loud and clear in my head.
I know each step to take, but I'm frozen in dread.

My only hope now, as I silently pray
Is that God is still listening, though I've run far away.
And that maybe if this life really is just a phase,
That there's something much better if I follow His ways.
I could heed my own words, and be strong for her sake,
But I'm still just a prisoner of all my mistakes.

Only three days have passed. Oh how soon we forget
How our hearts became heavy with the weight of regret.
It's too late once we realize how good life could have been
If only we'd chosen the right road back then.
Back when there was still time to get our feet on the ground.
Now time flies too quickly, and never slows down.

You lose more each day that you keep up this game,
Where black and white blurr and become just the same.
You perfect all the motions and recite your lies well.
Till one day this perfect lie leads straight to Hell.
Yes, you can survive, always getting your way,
But this life is not worth the price you will pay.