I can see from the front
That we can't take it back
All the years that we had
All the years that are left

All the tears that were spilt
All the laughter we spent
All the comings and goings
In the then's and the when's

As we move towards tomorrow
Where there's more yesterdays
The less that we save
In the giving away

From the time that was borrowed
Our pants pockets filled
With the lint of our sorrow
And the change that we feel

When we find there's a hole
That continues to tear
Losing it all
To the forgotten years

From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.