Familiar faces, lost smiles, most seeming distant today.
What has changed over time, leaving blue skies gray?
When I walk through the valley, walk all alone that day.
Will I blame myself, on judgment day?
Understand me not! But see my will do good.
When push come to shove, I break through where problems once stood.
My face carved deep, by the long paths of time.
Experience always teaches, but leaves your loved ones behind.
