Time Has No Mercy
It flows as endless waves in the ocean
An unconquered, ceaseless melancholy
It tames and takes our lives, leaves us broken
Inherent to pass, time has no mercy
We, marked by death at birth, detest our fate
Consummated by end, we tread with dread
Patience sways us yet tomorrow can't wait
We wander a path knowing soon we're dead
And yet what is life but to desire hope
Our choice, yes we die but we too may live
In minding the past we learn then to cope
Time never stops, thus life is what it gives
We needn't dispair nor fear tomorrow
For time too grants us joy not just sorrow
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