“Tell me what's the point of life, Is it material? Had everything I could ever want and probably more. When I lay in bed at night, All I do is think of you. So when all this is gone what do I have to come home to? This life goes by so fast, Pretty soon I'll grow old. What would I have but some stories now that I have told. No one to share them with And when it's all done. What am I left with? Tell me what's left..”
