In the cement,
We etched our lives;
Both with our hands,
And the years of her life.
Yet, as time came to past,
We said all of our goodbyes;
The cement is drying fast,
A broken past in your simple eyes.
And in the end,
We all come back;
Back to this place,
Where we let our nightmares attack.
As you lay in your bed,
As a simple dream runs through your head;
There goes your life hanging in the air,
Back to the place we began.
In the cement,
We etched our live;
Both with our hands,
and the years of her life.
