So often that time is hard,
And leaves no place to stay
What rest does it give
For those whose lives take crooked roads?
What respites does it give
To those whose hearts it has broken?
Time is not kind
It does not care the damage it inflicts.
Time can be both an enemy,
Or it can be a friend.
More often than not it is neither.
For time does not care
For hearts that are tender
Or tears of fear or joy
It cares only that it moves forward
To the future that it must unfold.