Lloyd Ross
Time On My Mind
A week, a month, a year,
I suppose it's only time,
The fabric of a reality,
Wasted without you.
Images passing by,
Moments forgotten by all,
Names buried in the sand,
Everyones but your one.
A week, a month, a year,
I suppose it's only time,
The fabric of a reality,
Wasted without you.
Images passing by,
Moments forgotten by all,
Names buried in the sand,
Everyones but your one.