The ticking hands of the clock in the hall
Marking the seconds, the minutes, the hours,
The calendar marks the days, the weeks, the months, the years,
Acknowledge the time that’s passed
Come to a point
Know that its not on your side
Running
Running
Never felt the moment pass
Running
Running
Body dying
Ashes from the bonfire
Remind me that the flame does die
And yet it flickers in the light
Not quite gone
Hope
Love will catch up perhaps
And I will experience that which was missed
In that moment as the last flame dies
I will know what I lost
And what I found in time
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