Young was being alive
Middle age was being somewhere
Older is trying to survive
And God I pray you still care

Gone is the world that was suppose to last forever
Noticed it missing in the twinkling of an eye
Didn't know there would be a date in time known as better
Until the moon and the sun gave wings to time and taught it to fly

Somehow I came to the place of here
While traveling on the road to there
Needing time to be of the day and not of the year
And God I pray you still care