Time
Time ticks away your days,
All the moments lost along the way.
Time flows off the charts and clocks,
Never resting like the sun.
All the years disappear, wasted
For all the time you fear.
You stutter all day long,
But time glides by.
Dragging down the sun
Past the shade.
And you run and run,
But you never know when you are.
It seems a waste of time,
But your heart aches,
And short of breath,
It isn't long,
Before you fall
To your knees.
Time has gone by,
And you're older,
Your heart slower,
Till the last beat,
You can never find time.
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Bourneposted on 07/25/2008
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