I sit reflecting, I feel end has begun.. It seems my days, now mirror the setting sun.. So many places, that I have been.. This ride that was long, seems so short in terms of now and then..
The cold that burns. The tide that drift away. No more talks about tomorrow. . The past is gone. And all that was today. I can't forget the cold. That fell January day.
I sit reflecting, I feel the end has begun. It seems my day, now mirror the setting sun. So many places that I have been. This ride that was long seems so short in terms of now and then.