So let it be.

If only sorrows could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,
I would find my way and bring happiness back home again.
I would do anything to end what you're going through.
I know it's hard for all of us to rip the pages of yesterday.
And it's not a good thing to live your life in regret.
If you keep up with it, as days turns into weeks, like roses,
we'll eventually fall apart. With no hate left to endure, no nothing,
Don't give up hope my friend,
this is not the end.