Whenever I hear the old songs
I drift away into the haze
Of time gone by.
Whenever I think of the life
I lived, and the things I did,
I remember the friends I loved.
Yesterday is like a melody,
Forever playing in the back of
My mind.
Why is it that memories
Cannot quite match the reality
Of today?
We once all sang the old songs,
All the night long,
And laughed until the sun
Came up.
And now, my life has changed
In so many ways,
And my friends are now
Strangers, every one.
We once spoke of such high ideals -
Whatever happened to your dreams?
Are your dreams like your integrity,
Carved from limestone, not granite?
Was everything eroded away
By the tides of time,
Swept away by insecurities,
Every one?
What does life matter
When it is so empty
And there is no shelter
In a world gone crazy?
I will rest here on my granite,
As tides roar by all around,
Content to know that my ideals
Still have meaning,
Happy to know that my
Soul is my own.

exact date unknown - 1980s

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