A Farewell to a Past on this Track Toward the Future

I bid fond farewells to those people I was,
Before boarding my train on tracks laid with love.
A glance out the window to see if you're there,
Now I look straight ahead, you're not anywhere.

How was I different, how was I then, that childe
Whose hand you once held, who needed your smile?
But I won't look to my past to see what's in store,
No beggar got rich by remembering he's poor.

I bid farewell to that boy, I put his toys in a box,
Saying a prayer, I seal up the lid and slip on a lock.
I have no more hold on such childish games,
Like the ones that we made, the ones you still play.

I wish I had saved you, like I so saved myself,
But you built your own cage, you locked your own cell.
Maybe there's comfort for you, carrying your term,
Or maybe prison and freedom you cannot discern.

These thoughts pass my mind as the train starts to roll;
How you are not here, yet I'm less alone.
Farewell to your absence, I've instead chosen peace,
But no farewells to you, because you'll always have me.

No farewells to you. You'll always have me.