Some of Them

Some of them are changing day to day

Some of them flicker then they fade

Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing



Some of them are all that's left

Some of them are just dead regrets

Some of them are shining out through everything I see



Some of them

Some of them

Some of them



Some of them are brittle, some are sad

Some of them are aching, some are glad

Some of them are gone so long they're hard to recognise



Stand close to the long parade

Watch them passing by in their million ways

Walk on through the evergreens

Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays



Some of them are friends just as they were

Some of them are gentle, some can fret

Some of them are crowding closer every passing year



Some of them live in photographs

Some of them still give me a laugh

Some of them I've out-absorbed (?) as they're changing me



Some of them

Some of them

Some of them