Stop the clock
Rewind it back
before this world fell appart
before those ghosts came back
pull at the threads of time
and watch it unravel
like a reel of life
just watch the path we traveled
watch your face as the age reverses
see the scars as their storys fade in reverse
see the ones you knew become the ones you know
and find exactly where you once called home
like the hands of a clock
just clap in reverse
taunt death with an old verse
one that people used to sing rideing the herse
death wont come
no death wont come
not till the light of the morning sun
our streets are dark
and filled with monsters
these withered hearts
have lost their muster
trust me now
with this i know
death wont come
no not till i see the morning sun
and as time plays back
we all know the verses
of what we heard
and what we know
well tug these threads
till they hang our heads
till god clips them
and wounds them forward again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem