Eyes to see, ears to hear
What you say to me I hold dear
Out of the mouths of babes the truth come
Telling me that I am worthless to you
And, no more deserve the confidence of knowing
That the special times are gone
Here to remind me of those days of long past
When things of value was simply the gratitude
We had for one another that we hold dear
Now the heartrending trials are meaningless
And long forgotten
Only to feel the weaken condition of what time will surely bring
If you are lucky to endure
Bring me my flowers to the door
So I may smell the sweet fragrance
And see the beauty of their wonder
Not to be put on the cold earth
To be submitted to cold and thunder
What says the epitaph of one who has gone under
To the voices of all I hold dear
I beseech you, for all the feeble voices of the past