at the stroke of midnight her body failed and what seemed like a dream turned out to be real the fear in her sons eyes his tears resembled the rain outside he approached her bedside for one final goodbye we are always chasing but never seizing the moment has my time been wasted fighting for things i can t change i m fighting for things i can t change i was never good at farewells the fear in my eyes i know you can tell your unable to speak but there s no need just squeeze my hand and let me know you hear me i ve been promised the best years but suffered some of the worst i m not asking for much here just something good to come first i m afraid of what i ll see when the curtain drops when the lights go out when the music stops because i m afraid of what i ll find if i search to hard will i lose my mind will it break my heart as the story goes there s always someone slowing you down it s time to face the truth there s no one left around i ve faced the worst took the best and picked my knees off the ground with just enough of myself to turn this life around we are always chasing but never seizing the moment has my time been wasted fighting for things i can t change i m fighting for things i can t change