To the end of time,
Do I climb,
The mountain so tall,
Searching for my call.
When life comes to pay,
Cannot let myself stray,
For life is not about grieving,
And certainly not about leaving.
The pain of a forgotten sorrow,
Extends itself till tomorrow,
Face the pain of reality,
Turn your face with feigned formality.
Time is near,
Do not fear,
Forget not what you hold dear,
And forgotten sorrow will not peer.
NOTE:
Written: 2/19/2003
