Birth^One^day

One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told . . .

No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do –I wonder why

Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true.

You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can't imagine poor.

Here I go again – the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.

[ Asaf Avidan, Reckoning Song (One Day ]