Time Keeps Slipping
Time keeps slipping.
Like the sun slipping over the sky
Years will pass, people grow older
As life begins and ends…
Time keeps slipping.
Young children grow and change
Molded by their parents, like their parents before them
As the cycle of life turns…
A young man, born and raised
His whole life spent with the family he loves,
But he steps out into the open world
Ready to begin his own life…
The young man, on his own path
He’ll meet new people and discover new things
Before he settles down with a family all his own
To begin the cycle yet again…
Time keeps slipping.
Boys and girls on the playground
Grow up to be mothers and fathers
And create a future for us all…
Time keeps slipping.
As time is not allowed to wait
Our fates are tied to an endless stream
As Time keeps slipping… slipping away…
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