7 Years

When I first went away
I did not know it would be the last day
The situation
Completely unknown
The future of the past
Were seeds unsown

I could have helped
Could have saved the day

It could have been
Been different

The folded pages of the past will drift away
The wind will gust to lose another friend
And where their souls
Go to remain
That’s a question I ask
Time and time again

I could have helped
Could have saved the day

It could have been
Been different

And where do their souls
Where do they go
That question
I still don’t know

And where do their souls
Where do they go
That question
I still don’t know