Longing for what was and what will never be
Talk to me of your walking the halls
as our days fade away, we speak
Tender truth and unexpressed holdings of self
I see you and as you look back you see me
Walking from door to door in the the gift never found
Caring in the name of health, are you confined or am I
I’m getting restless in my years, forgive me
I have held too many memories
It’s time to surrender to them all.
