Don?t dream of hours gone by   Of seconds came and spent   Don?t wish on distant stars   Of worlds come and went      Oh, what do I see?   Tripping through the moments   And to my shame   I?ve longed for years and months and days and days      Don?t wait for cloudless skies   When the sun breaks in between   Don?t hope on fruitless things   What?s in our hands, on what is seen      Oh, what do I see?   Tripping through the moments   And to my shame   I?ve longed for years and months and days and days      Don?t swim in drowning grief   Anticipating the despair   Don?t choke the seeds of joy   Give them life and give them air      Oh, what do I see?   Tripping through the moments   And to my shame   I?ve longed for years and months and days and days      Since I held the hands   That bore my shame   I count the years and months and days and days