For Me.

Did I sleep the day away?
See you mouthing words one hundred
Pounds inside of life on your side.
Forgot to pray last night
Six thousand nights in a row
Lined up, the tears of a Christ forgotten.

And I hear there may be snow
In the mountains, and ice on the lake
Where we used to skip stones
And play the most fantastic games.
But you're turned away on your side
And the day, well it's only beginning

For me.