From behind my pane of crystal glass,
I look out upon these familiar grounds;
Common homes in your standard suburb,
But home to me and those baying hounds -
Now by heart I know these sights, these sounds.
I watch the ghosts of days gone by,
And shiver with future's touch;
The stores I'd frequent, the brick and asphalt I'd walk,
Those I met, the cordial souls with whom I'd talk -
Someday they'll all be past.
The world knows that nothing lasts;
Changes come and changes go,
But still the memories remain;
They're here to stay,
While the rest - it goes away.
Yes,
Someday this will all just be..
..A sad, but sweet, memory.