The sands of time are falling,
and the weaver, she is calling
us to this quilt she’s sewn sublime,
and I’m trying to step in time.
The hands of time keep ticking,
and I’m finding myself wishing
that I could just slow it down,
or at least keep you around.
I will hold the hands of time
if you will hold mine,
like maybe all together
we can make these threads unwind.
Yet still they weave and dance
as we are left with one last chance
to try and make the pattern flow
the way we want our lives to go.
But if we start investing now,
do you think we’ll find?
That we can make our hearts
and our lives intertwine.
Lovely and lyrical!
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