Time waits on you my love,
and the sun kneels for your grace,
oh how, foolish was I?
To give away my sacred place?
We fight harder for the yesterday's that have gone,
and we love more tenderly, for the love that once was.
My cries for you, have gone unheard,
and here my throat is sore,
there is nothing else I can do,
yet I still do more.
O, yesterday has been and gone,
and tomorrow takes you further away from me,
I cling on to distorted images in my mind,
and an impossible fate, that I can share with you.
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