How many days have we been through?
I’ve lost my count of time
How many dreams have vanished?
You can only wish they were true
There comes a time
When you have to stay
For the one you loved before
I see a man turning pale
Slowly he takes his walk
There was never a day I would think
That he will stop calling me by my name
The problem of never leaving your home
Being you realise a change too late