A friend to me, is not time.
Takin' with it, what was mine.
With everyday that passes by,
I draw a breath, and I sigh.
With every season, the end is near,
and comes down my face, another tear.
But still I do always pray,
And think about a better place.
There I see your lovin' face,
Smiling' down on me, so full of grace.
The thought of you makes me smile,
and then again, I feel like a child.
Because soon I'll be with you, that is known.
Right beside you, I will be home.