How fast will the maples turn yellow And light our walk in the park To live is to travel a journey From the roots to the outer bark The story will end When the breeze falls asleep And everything is silent Like tears to a cheek I've been counting my breaths In phase with the beating of my heart It's losing it's rhythm I'm losing my spark From the cradle to ash From the present to the past From an infant to an elder I held the beat of my drum for as long as I was able Life was a book in reverse The best things came first But the last chapter was The first that I found comfort in The mist will take me away And we all knew that it would I almost want it to happen Although it's not what I should Wish for something to come Something useful to be Where I'm wanted again A place for old eyes to see You came to visit my bed Said you missed my voice That a piece of the puzzle Had just vanished and gone Life was stripped from my bones And I could see in your eyes That you've have been thinking of stones And what to write on mine But as time has come to Take what it wants I can't help to think about Things I've lost And all ambitions that I Never had time to explore And looking back at it, honestly there were a lot I guess no one's ever satisfied with what they've got I've been thinking of stones I'm still counting my breaths But I can hardly hear the beating of my heart Still counting my breaths Inhale exhale So now I'm at the bottom of my troubled mind With a pocket full of borrowed time I'm still walking down this mountain path But now I've almost reached the end And as I sit down on this mound of failures and old dreams While the sun's last rays warm my face The same words keep ringing in my ears We never have enough time And so it seems d**h drilled a hole within in my dreams And I fell down And so it seems There is no cure for this disease And we're all sick You will find me in the past