If only I
Could lay you down
And have you sleep
Right through the heartache
No moments of grievance
No wasted minutes on useless meddling
Or futile battling
For we’re short on time
Short on seconds
Short on…
Our years shuffle
Stagger and stumble
Drag their feet into waiting oblivion
Run with me
I see no choice
We have so much to live for
So much to witness
Before the sun burns out
Burns black
We have so many more tears
To shed
So many rivers and lakes to create
We have so much to watch dwindle
Dull and die
Before the sun burns out
Burns black
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