Time makes a coward

March 1, 2019

Time makes us cowards,

familiar to one and all

We must go forward, before we fall.

In God we must trust, that which is not seen?

How can we pretend?

We live in a world

Where the fire never ends

My mind is my peace, my never ending friend

My heart is grieving

My trust is broken

Lies are deceiving

Bodies are borrowed tokens

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