6 years or more since our four been here
50 years of blood, sweat, and tears; sincere these bonds that outlive us.

Faintly, I see it all pass by, trying to recollect,
Overcome by bitter tears all the time
Xtravagant knickknacks all fall in line before my eyes
Lest I forget the endless boundless seemless ties
Empty is the spot inside my soul,
Yet only when I return do I feel it grow whole.

Softly, fleeting, glimpsing memories.
Tiptoeing up and down the stairs
Racing through my head
Everlasting sense of dread.
Echoes of a dynasty forming
Though now, constantly expecting, light a candle for me.