t’s a wonder how many colors the sky can change
Before it’s black again
Happiness that once seemed so strange
Can break before it bends
And the stars that once seemed so bright
Can fade with a touch of your hand
And the security that held you so so tight
Can collapse on one’s command
Could you stop and see the countryside
Before it turns into hills of grain
That blow away with the sands of time
That can carry away this pain
But eventually the beauty of your life
Gets smaller and smaller with wrinkled scares
And the claws of those endless nights
Are missing so many stars
Don’t turn away from this hourglass
It’s more natural to watch it run
Even it those moments have naturally past
They will never seem quite so fun |
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