Standing again in the cold, crisp air,
I remember the other times I've stood there,
heart beating faster as I softly speak your name,
life changes and twists, but my wish stays the same.
I've been rich as a king and poor as a peasant,
a life often great yet other times unpleasant,
for the good and the bad only I am to blame,
now as it ends, my wish stays the same.