First there’s one, and then there’s two, then three and on to four.
One more makes five, six is next then on and on some more.
Days are weeks, weeks are months and 12 of those a year.
First you cry and cry some more, but now rarely shed a tear.
It’s said that time heals all wounds and the hurt only lasts a while.
I may not show but deep inside, my soul will always remain on trial.