Past, Present, Future
In the past we had our own time,
We had love that we thought was true,
Everytime that i looked in the mirrow,
I seemed to see a reflection of you,
Now the present has come and you've gone,
And in that mirrow lies an empty space,
I stood and stared just praying for one moment,
I would mayb see the reflection of your face,
We have yet to wait to see what the future holds,
So that mirrow must now just stay free,
In my own prediction that i have been making,
In that reflection will it just be me.
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