Another day is done.
And my mind stood still,
by all the loved ones I have known in my life.
Yes, you are one of those people.
But I realise you are slowly,
becoming a memory and a friend for life.
Could you make place for some other face,
painted in my eye, crossing my mind?
Would you enter my soul to support,
the love I give to somebody like me?
And there goes the future,
and here comes the past.
Another day is done,
another day will last.
Submitted by walter at Mon 10 Apr, 2006 9:48 am