My Passion...

yeah...
its called random reflections
but not utterly indiscriminate
'cos they are founded of some sort.

its times like this that words fail me
when i'm helpless, no aid can render
all is falling and no sense can muster

what happens from here?
to think of it, i can't dare
one thing i do know for sure
twelve lonely months lay ahead

i can't possibly wish for a change
its all for the best, so I’m told
but I’m here hoping my heart wont age
From aches and pains of days so cold

As you leave remember what we have become,
Think of the plans of five decades yet to be lived
The tales to be told to people we don’t even know

…and yes these tales will be told by us both