Time is of the essence.

I was too young at the time.
I didn't understand goodbye's.
So i guess i escaped the pain.
Of watching you walk away.

If i knew that that would be.
The last time you looked at me.
I'd put your smile in a frame.
And in my heart you would remain.

But i'm starting to forget.
Not many memories to select.
But there's one you may recall.
When i was oh so small.

You told me i was safe.
And that i should have more faith.
And trust that you would never walk away.
But here i stand today.

Im calling, im calling.
I don't understand.
How you could just leave.
And still call yourself a man.

Im falling, im falling.
Why not put out your hand.
I think it hurt to much to stay.
So you just got up and ran.

Soon you will come back.
But i'll be too old to care.
It's very hard to miss.
Some one who wasn't there.

And you will really miss.
The years you'll never know.
Maybe next time when life gets hard to hold on.
You will learn to never let it go.