Colorful the stuff hope seems to be made off

As the soul corrodes, a bad omen

A grey day weights down, under

Light weather always broke the mood

As of yet, nothing, remembrance digs deeper within

It took us longer then expected, pal

You seem, it both pains me

In vain, ever oh so vain facing the truth

He came to remember my birthday

Throwing a pretense for a tantrum, a need

A eagerness to celebrate, be had a commotion, salud.

Easy now, should we listen?

It gave me pause, nevertheless

I was genuinely surprised, and thrown aback

Hold me then in your thoughts

I haven't been myself

But now I cannot say you weren't here

Here to help

Back then as well. 

Not particular about giving away sympathy

I don't believe I am well known for kindness neither

I must have done some good thus far though

And I spare no time celebrating indeed.

I cannot simply come undone, for others

They hold the key and a piece of me.