Time is something that is always given to me
But something I never have enough of
I sit down and watch it pass me by
So is it not safe to say
That I have passed away
But seldom does it forget to remind me
Of the liar that I am
And of the one who I had
All the time in the world, will never bring me the feeling
Of one second in your grace
Such a disgrace to know, that I had it all
And knowing that you were there to see me fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem