Time
Posted on Feb 9th, 2009
by
Domi333
Time is the source of our worries,
yesterday we lost a friend,
tomorrow we will not see what could have been,
life is difficult to grasp
without seeing how it began
and how it will end.
My gifts to the world may be small,
they may not be what I ask them to be,
only you my friend can judge me
but only I, only I
can take and then give only so much more
free from the ability to gain, I seem nothing
free from the ability of creating wonder, naught
seems great.
I'd like to offer you one thing
and this thing I offer you
I offer nobody else
this gift is a gift,
a gift of joy which only simple words could bring
yesterday we lost a friend,
tomorrow we will not see what could have been,
life is difficult to grasp
without seeing how it began
and how it will end.
My gifts to the world may be small,
they may not be what I ask them to be,
only you my friend can judge me
but only I, only I
can take and then give only so much more
free from the ability to gain, I seem nothing
free from the ability of creating wonder, naught
seems great.
I'd like to offer you one thing
and this thing I offer you
I offer nobody else
this gift is a gift,
a gift of joy which only simple words could bring

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