Changing Times

Some people haven't changed but time flies, the karma's the same between lows and highs; people speak now when they never wanted to, I won't forget the things you used to do. From shaded windows I hear groans and sighs, you're forced to adapt when family multiplies, someone said: 'You'll never move from here,' It's our business - mind your own, my dear. There's a signal, marker, when new life cries, everything's forgotten, dramas, traumas, tears and lies; I'm re-born, start again, now there's no more pain, a slight smile, incredulous, while I watch the rain. Now I know, after all this time, no one dies, when we go, transient, it's adieu and not goodbyes.