time is passing me by
Will I remember what I did today five years from now
The days turn into months and years and I only have his smiling and healthy face to tell me that they were not wasted
Raising a child can be monotonous but so is carving a drawing from stone
Like the river that flowed to create the Grand Canyon, one day another generation will say my name
He won't remember the quiet days and maybe I won't either
So I cherish the forgotten times by loving the future
Nature will carve it out for us
