Treasure Island

juahta sitepu

(december 12,1978 / bandar sakti north sumatra)

God's Watcher'sTime


God's Watcher's Time

something to wait is something we leave
something to remember is something we forget
something to seek is something we lose

life is waiting, remembering and seeking
death is leaving, forgetting and losing

time, time is something we wait we leave
time is something we remember we forget
time is something we seek we lose

it has you by the life and death
it is a witness for your goodness and badness
it gives you heaven but it also gives you hell

time is the answer for all unanswered questions
time is a God's watcher for us.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 09, 2009
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