There have been those days
That fall apart,
When I cannot stand
On this land;
As I waver in my heart
Though afresh I start,
My life tastes bland,
Filled with ashen greys—
There have been those days.

There are also days
That never end
When ambitions seem
Just a dream.
For the avenues that wend
Through the hues that blend,
They hold no scheme,
Just an endless maze—
There have been those days.

But recall those days
I hold so dear
That were filled with light
Ever bright;
When desires kindled clear,
Not a trace of fear,
For all is right
Through this joyful phase—
There have been those days.

What about those days
When I was there
For a little while
With a smile;
When you needed me to bear
Every lofty care,
Through every trial
I was there always—
There have been those days.

For in all my days
That pass me by
There are moments vast
From the past
Every memory that I
Have now seem to fly
They never last
Just a shadow stays
Throughout all my days.