I see life moving on, at its own pace,
As the missing moments keeps coming back every night,
The things we could have changed, one's for which we could put up a fight,
As the different pasts sometimes, become so indifferent together,
I like to see the difference it makes and all that it alters,
As the different lines that gave meaning to some thoughts,
For the good times & bad times & at times help is all that I sought,
As the different yesterdays I had, becomes "long years ago",
I wonder if there's still that road, the one that lead me home,
As the different dreams the different hopes keep guiding my by,
I keep losing touch of what was so close and of feelings that were mine,
As the different moments, and different times keep calling somewhere,
I wonder if we could have more faith tomorrow will be better than this day
As the empty spaces in my heart, make space for me as I hide from the world,
I wish I had time to live my dreams, at least those that I had begun
As the missing pieces fall into place,
I keep standing with the same feeling in my heart, running the same race.
