Sometimes you hear a story
About a man that no one knew
But that time he was there with me
I didn't ask him anything
He just started talking free
"It seems It seems to me that I
Lived a long and wonderful life
Lived enough to find
That despite our lack of time
And our narrow cone of sight
Maybe there's a reason why
We like to be so blind"
He stopped his words abruptly
And looked at me with humid eyes
While his voice now came through so strong
I was a witness to his mind
As it kept unraveling free
"It seems It seems to me that I
Lived a long and wonderful life
Lived enough to find
That despite our lack of time
And our narrow cone of sight
Maybe there's a reason why
We like to see the sun
After long and wonderful nights
Dark enough to find
That however dim the light
And how precious is our time
There's no reason to deny
Our life can be so bright
Nobody else could hear your words
Nobody else was there for your
Last goodbye