The Verdict of Time
In my past life,
A recent lifestyle is not the explanation
I live a fearful one.
Let the memories be my judge
If i didn't serve my life well
If i didn't tell the tales of our father
If i didn't gather round my homes
The Verdict of Time.
Let the Verdict judge
Of the things i can't explain
People i meet; we laugh and share words together but all in memories now.
Let the memories be my judge
If i was absent from any one
The love ones can be enemy,
I master every events and see memories in time.
The Verdict of Time
No rules and regulations but we create one,
Let the memories be my judge
Of our rare promise; the gold smile
Let the Verdict of Time judge.
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