Sixty Seconds
Just sixty seconds to see where I was
I stood in the middle of a green field
The gentle wind on my skin had no flaws
The tall trees towered over me like shields
The trees blocked the sun from biting my skin
It's hard for a day like this to come back
If I could stop time, the days would not spin
The time on my watch? I did not keep track
The day was perfect to believe it's real
It was like a breathtaking fantasy
All of this feeling is just my ideal
I could just sit here all day lazily
This day would ruin with the color gray
Just sixty seconds to tell of this day
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