Hear the clock pound pound pound. 

Time moves forward, oh so fast, 

While I sit in a chair and dream of my past; 

I remember hiding, waiting to be found, 

Of warm summer days and a merry-go-round. 

The ambition I had, unbroken or harassed, 

The smile love gave when found at long last,

And my new born baby, with her bitter sweet sound. 

My life has gone with a blink of the eye. 

Once a child sat here who now is full grown. 

I do not angry or sad or cry. 

For I know that child has not said goodbye. 

I sit here, in this chair, when I am alone. 

To believe in that child again, yes, I try and I try.