The Problem of Never Leaving Your Home

How many days have we been through?

I've lost my count of time

How many dreams have vanished?

You can only wish they were true

There comes a time when you have to stay

For the one you loved before

I see a man turning pale

And slowly he takes his walk

There was never a day I would think

That he will stop calling me by my name

The problem of never leaving your home

Being you realise a change too late