| Born of two; raised by four |
| I guess I took it all for granted |
| And only three remain |
| Even though you’re wounded |
| I know that you’re still here |
| I don’t blame you |
| You just can’t face the change |
| We spend our golden years as living ghosts |
| Caught in a constant state of purgatory |
| We are only burdened by our memories |
| Until the day they cease to exist |
| And we follow shortly after |
| Although I wonder if at any time |
| Our minds fell upon the same plane |
| I know they did |
| I just wish I had a chance to go back and appreciate it But we’ll always have the winter |
| And the snow that got you trapped behind the glass |
| You may be only a shell of the man that you used to be But I love you just the same |
| And I will until the day you’re gone |
| I just never know if I’m communicating with you or the disease |
| And even though I curse the idea of an afterlife |
| I still hope you’re taken care of You deserve to be at peace |
| Please don’t forget my face |
| I won’t forget to remember you |