The sand is running out of the hourglass
The clock is ticking
The seasons are changing,
But you're still not home
No, you're far away from me
It seems as if you've taken all the colors with you
Because life is now ever so colorless
A part of me is missing
It's gone with you
But I don't want it back,
I want you
by Libby Bechtel (6/1/11) ©
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