Turning pages on the calendar
seasons that used to please now...

I slumber with Morpheus and He
has His way with Me, or so it seems...

No longer there to hold a hand or
kiss a scuffed up knee, no more...

The hands on the clock stand still
to see them move on one more second...

Never love something that can walk away
I heard an old man once say...

If I could change I would change me
and a Robot I would be, Micro chips...

Do you miss me, long to kiss me,
feel my smooth hands on your...

Silence fills my heart
where once a symphony...

I battle love and all its woes
as the son of Zeus and Alcmene...

I see everyone rushing by, busy allways
somewhere else to be and in the fastest time...

Stop gazing to the Heavens
or you will surely miss,your...

Loves not love that's
born out of sorrow...