Without an invitation you came
And sat next to me
In a moment that is frozen in time
Permanently
Now it sits on my desk
Staring at me
Reminds me of
The lifetime ahead of me
In fifty years, where will I be?
Will I have the right to say
"You should be proud of me?"
Will the pain still overcome me in my dreams?
I had a dream that I died and you looked at me
Disappointed eyes were all I could see
I woke and vowed I would live
To make you proud of me
In fifty years, where will I be?
Will I have the right to say
"You should be proud of me?"
Will the pain still overcome me in my dreams?
There are times I almost can't go on
But your absence is sculpting me
Into something better
Than I thought I could be
