Passing On
Everyone had passed on
They have gone their separate ways
Where am I to judge the fray?
I am in the middle, nowhere true.
Hoping that some day I will nothing besides for being blue.
They left without a choice.
Not something that I hoped to rejoice.
People always talking to me telling where to be and what to wear?
How am I to judge their plans?
And so for the last time I am passing on.
Passing on, passing on, passing on.