You once was in the living now
Footprints left, the boots worn
and walk along the stick to ground
In living times ,heart now torn

Days now fade the stream  of past
Hidden hands, leaves, crisp down
to echo back a million miles
In living times, beat no sound

Nights of rest the shooting mind
Remembered dreams, real life times
will flash the stars so full to stare
In living times, Dad of mine.