Times

There's a time in every life

Where someone says "goodbye.

A time for daily strife,

And time to mourn who dies.

I am mourning for a friend.

I am sitting, never stirring,

Hoping it's a dream that will end.

My vision is blurring.

Now in my mind's eye,

I see pictures of the past.

And I start to cry,

For I know they never last.

I wish that you were here,

I wish that you could see,

Or that you could be near

Standing next to me.

Now's not the time of my life

Where someone says "goodbye,"

But a time for daily strife,

And a time to mourn who died.