I see my time as it slowly spills Gently descends upon the other(s) sins Thought I trust what I do is right The crack slowly spreads in my mind
Process... what I did today (The) details... of every day Loss... seems here to stay Hope... has gone away
Once again another day has dawned And it was hard to tell what was dead All I had accomplished had turned to dust I start to wonder if I should carry on
To feel my loss, to feel it every day To feel my life, to feel it drain away
Once long ago an angel came And her liquid eyes upon me gazed But she continued on her way And I wonder, if I may, what would she say?
The hands of time - start to cry And bleeds unto - my past youth My past designs - have built a shrine To hold on to - all I outgrew And to my praise - My future days Seem to recede from sight - like the power of Christ All I had - has now gone bad And turned to black - that fills the crack
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