I stood so far away when to you the world was new

I've come a step closer each and every year you grew

I've seen your lows and seen your highs

I've heard your thoughts and caught your sighs

I've seen you laugh and also cry

I've seen you take and seen you lie

I've also seen the good in you

I've stood no near when you accrue

I've seen your time and all that's past

I've known the present and what is cast

So make a change and do some good

and step me back to where I stood

 

Is there anybody out there who knows what pain that empty spaces each day the same.

To coax and tease, to conjure a response, the fading magic appears just tragic.

10, 12, 20 or more, returned if lucky, 2 sometimes 4.

And while such thoughts linger and wander, the steady pulse clock feeds me to ponder.

Outside Autumn turns the leaves to gold, time moves on to make you grow old.

Is there anybody out there or have they all gone, were the few drops of summer just to dwell upon.

Is there anybody out there who knows what pain, that empty spaces each day the same.