When we feel our days are numbered, when our thoughts reveal our soul,

We reflect on things that might have been, had our visions met our goal.

Our memories of days gone by, of things that could have been,

We recall every thought that we ever had, of every little sin.

The times when we made bad choices, times when hope was thin,

Those are the time that we remember most, of things that could have been.

You remember your children, think of them when they were small,

And how life could have been better for them, had your hopes been at your call.

But at this time when you look back, and see the things that you did wrong,

You think of things you could have done, that would not have taken long.

Times you could have spent, playing ball, or maybe fishing by the stream.

Of times you could have been better, that your life was not that extreme.

Yes, when we feel our days are numbered, and we look back at our life,

We see that we made it what it was, whether it was calm or strife.

We could have done things better, and made things easier for this day,

When we should be able to leave things calmer, rather than a-sway.

So to all of you who are reading this,  it is time you must be strong,

You know your days are numbered, your hours left not long.

So make amends if they need be made, and let your children know,

You did your best, and only ask they forgive you before you go.

When we feel our days are numbered, when our thoughts reveal our soul,

We reflect on things that might have been, had our visions met our goal.

Our memories of days gone by, of things that could have been,

We recall every thought that we ever had, of every little sin.

The times when we made bad choices, times when hope was thin,

Those are the time that we remember most, of things that could have been.

You remember your children, think of them when they were small,

And how life could have been better for them, had your hopes been at your call.

But at this time when you look back, and see the things that you did wrong,

You think of things you could have done, that would not have taken long.

Times you could have spent, playing ball, or maybe fishing by the stream.

Of times you could have been better, that your life was not that extreme.

Yes, when we feel our days are numbered, and we look back at our life,

We see that we made it what it was, whether it was calm or strife.

We could have done things better, and made things easier for this day,

When we should be able to leave things calmer, rather than a-sway.

So to all of you who are reading this,  it is time you must be strong,

You know your days are numbered, your hours left not long.

So make amends if they need be made, and let your children know,

You did your best, and only ask they forgive you before you go.

When we feel our days are numbered, when our thoughts reveal our soul,

We reflect on things that might have been, had our visions met our goal.

Our memories of days gone by, of things that could have been,

We recall every thought that we ever had, of every little sin.

The times when we made bad choices, times when hope was thin,

Those are the time that we remember most, of things that could have been.

You remember your children, think of them when they were small,

And how life could have been better for them, had your hopes been at your call.

But at this time when you look back, and see the things that you did wrong,

You think of things you could have done, that would not have taken long.

Times you could have spent, playing ball, or maybe fishing by the stream.

Of times you could have been better, that your life was not that extreme.

Yes, when we feel our days are numbered, and we look back at our life,

We see that we made it what it was, whether it was calm or strife.

We could have done things better, and made things easier for this day,

When we should be able to leave things calmer, rather than a-sway.

So to all of you who are reading this,  it is time you must be strong,

You know your days are numbered, your hours left not long.

So make amends if they need be made, and let your children know,

You did your best, and only ask they forgive you before you go.