The rain was relentless in Tuscany. Cheryl was worried about her mother’s upcoming cancer treatments. Everything felt gray and gloomy. Early June she flew to the Midwest for her mom’s 78th birthday, to have some quality time with her mom before the treatments began.

We fully understood that Margie’s days were definitely numbered, as she entered into the final unknown phase of her illness. This song was an effort to process that disturbing new development.

To know how many days you have left on this earth surely must be a terrible thing. At times like that as we observe a loved one, we make our own quiet promises to live as if each day was our last.

Music

Lyrics

Although our days follow each other
We learn when we are young
Our days are numbered
Can’t escape our numbered days

Childhood milestones turn into seasons
Wistful teens create the age of treason
Everyday, life turns a page

Decades hurry by in a whirlwind
Bringing us to the prime of life
They say age is only a number
I think they’re wrong
Yet I hope they’re right

They say age is only a number
I think they’re wrong
Yet I hope they’re right

We fight, deny, at last rediscover
Sadly years fall away
Our days are numbered
Can’t escape our numbered days

How they flash and fade
Our numbered days

Credits

From Moment of Truth, track released March 1, 2009
Cheryl Martlage – Lyrics, vocals and production
Emerson Martlage – Music, guitar, vocals and production
Mr Toad’s San Francisco – Mastering