On the third month of twenty-twenty one
We chased time we did chase time
We chased time, all of us, to keep you with us
But chasing time was not enough.

Your time on earth, your time is up
We lost you, our base, our rock,
Losing your every embrace
Something that won’t be replaced

You are our core we are left shattered
And every day we’re lost and bothered
Chase your dreams you keep telling us
Do good things and don’t make a fuss

We might have lost with chasing time
We might have lost you physically
But your memories will come in rhyme
Your love and all will be in prime

Chasing you mother, Norma your sweet name
You might have left who else to blame
Your words and wisdom will all remain
Us your children will see you again.