Dreaming in a chair, contemplating 
The times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining 
Reaching out with tenderness 

Scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence 
Catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions 
Moving targets and camera shy 

The moon is dark and shadowed 
The sun keeps ticking by 
Silence and solitude 
No one left to cry 
No one left to cry 

Standing in front a mirror 
I draw and pinch my skin 
Tired eyes portray reality 
A face of lines which melt in the world 

I am oak 
I am oak 
I am oak 
I am oak