Look at that child sitting in her pram

She hasn't got a clue who I am

To her I'm just another person

Someone else to make

While there is hope..

I think I know why cold winds blow
creating snow on yonder hills
my love no longer sees my glow
and day

A hazy cloud, my mind is ablur

Searching for a stronghold

Grasping, clawing, waving my arms

Trying to speak, but

Faint memories of a childhood, long since past,
hoping with these words, they are made forever to last.
I see her so clearly,

It was wonderful....it is almost gone.

I will be sad...when it is not here...

For it is almost gone.

The time has