Time

by

Mark Ian Martin

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Time does pass
Broken dreams, thats meant to last
Ornamental hearts to break
True love, false love, what is fake?

Sundial shadow, always there
Setting time your in dispare
Fragile body never shatters
It's your life, thats left in tatters

The sand is time
It is blown free
To catch and make just you and me
You and I thats locked in hand
For we're the people made of sand

Many moons ago, you thought I was past
The sun then came up, stopped you
Let the future build that cast
The storm came rushing in
The tides made time for man
The candle flickered in the wind
In time you'll understand.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Exile's Letter
by: G. K. Fowler
from: Ramstein, Germany

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