The days slipped away br A face in sadness of concern br A voices cries out in despair br “Where are we going? ” br The answer eludes all he asked br The days move quicker br Creases of fear lines the face br Age mares each individual br Clock hands move faster br The hands become a blur br Face shrinks in features br The lone voice cries out again br “Where are we going? ” br The reply was elusive br Looking around br The reason becomes clear br He was alone br With only his voice br For comfort br Tears leaked from his eyes br His answer became clear br He knew where he was going - br No wherebr br David Harrisbr br