When I look in front of me
I see that too few years remain.
The time I’ve had is now inside of me
With all the sin that time contains
And all the dreams that now will never be.
I see empty chairs of friends who’ve gone away
A few are still close, most cannot be found.
I see spaces left by things I didn’t say,
Hearing silence where once was sound.
I can’t see far from where I am today.