I found a picture in a book
Of someone I knew long ago,
When youth was just another thing we drank —

The days, the people left behind;
Another dream that I forgot,
Priorities get lost, no scope, no rank —

And though I know that she lives well,
There’s so much still needs saying,
Across a canyon made of time,
And values that need weighing —

I found a picture in a book
Of someone I loved long ago,
When truth was just another thing we hid —

The days, the people lost in time,
Another dream that I betrayed,
For nothing, now, can change the things
I did