When we are children time is always our friend,
we play hand in hand for hours on end.
One day we grow up and we become distant and lose touch.
We start running through life in a big rush.
Years go by, and one day, he calls and knocks at our door.
We remember, catch up, and plan to do more.
Then we are elderly, and our days become few,
he clings to our side like a friend that is true.
At the moment when we will say farewell to this place,
he does not stop nor leave, but accompanies us to heaven's gates.
