Time
The minute hand passes the hour, as the clock ticks and beats its steady blows
Watching it move with a furious pace, wishing that time slows
Time, healer and destroyer of all things, so they say
Could you stop this perfect moment, or give it a little delay
For someone so beautiful, even you should bow down
Cause he is the king of my everything, the bearer of my heart’s crown
Time, do not take him from me, he is my happiness and my sanity
If my life should go on without him, my heart would be in total tragedy
Do not destroy this perfect love, to take away my life,
Because if love shall escape from the grasp of my hands, I will be left in strife
He is the better part of me, the one who makes me whole
The light that shines through the darkness of my soul
If only time could stop, so I could witness his love that’s eternal.
But if it just goes and passes through, and does as it shall
Sweeping him from my hold, and taking him from my side.
Know my life will have no meaning, as though I have died.
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