Through my senses, I’m reliving childhood memories from my past
But, in an instant it is over, fading quickly from my mind
In the photo with piano, I see a man whose time has gone
I knew him only for a moment, but in his spirit I live on
What I was I am
It all comes ’round again
And who I used to be
Is still a part of me
An early morning, cold December, a family gathered all around
Taken back what I was given, open grave site, frozen ground
I see my hands, they are my father’s, time has worn my fingers thin
Humor, laughter, ever after, my heart still remembers him
What I was I am
It all comes ’round again
Who he used to be
Is still a part of me
All the moments seldom last
And memories they fade so fast
I turn away and life has passed
Who Am I?
