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437 / 0 / 16 лет / 1 месяцYou`re calling me
to lie on the grass
all my bad thinks
have to pass away
day and night
you`re eating me
right from inside
I try to look at my watch
you`re going somewhere
in the past
time,you can heal my wounds
time,you can kill my body
but not my soul
time,you can so quicly
when we get much older
there is no doubt whatever
that you all decide
instead of me
we don`t treasure
our earth time
I pray to you
so many times
my life
it`s secrifice to you
every minute is leading me
to eternity
time,you can heal my wounds
time,you can kill my body
but not my soul
time,you can so quicly
when we get much older
there is no doubt whatever
that you all decide
instead of me
it remainds
who`s writing rules for us
I know,you`re preapering
something special
I know,someday
I`ll be on Trial
just becouse of you
my fate is on the hands of watch
time,you`re going somewhere
in the past
written by Faithhealer
1999/2000
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Edited 2025
You summon me to lie on the grass, letting shadows of my woes drift and pass. Day and night, you devour me, gnawing from within, relentlessly. I glance at my watch, fleeting, fast, you journey somewhere in the echoing past.
Time, you can mend my deepest scar, time, you can break this mortal jar, but my spirit will remain afar. Time, you rush with dizzying speed, until, grown old, we plant the seed of knowing you alone decree, and not poor, fragile me.
We seldom cherish our fleeting earth time, I pray to you, beseech you, so many times, my life, a sacrifice laid bare, each minute leads me to eternity's snare.
Time, you can mend my deepest scar, time, you can break this mortal jar, but my spirit will remain afar. Time, you rush with dizzying speed, until, grown old, we plant the seed of knowing you alone decree, and not poor, fragile me.
It lingers, the question, who dictates our fate? I know you are brewing something intricate. I know someday, I'll stand on trial's stage, judged for choices written on time's page. My destiny cradled in the hands of fate's watch, Time, you are ever receding into the echoes of the past's epoch.
