Amanda Deupree


Time Is Lost


Seconds, Minutes, Hours
ticking in my ear
Bells ringing, and bells chiming
Running out of time is my only fear
The mountains grow still climbing
Lies are never clear
It's all about the timing
That is what we fear
Seconds, Minutes, Hours ticking by so slow
No time to stop your on the run
You must only just go
Keep going and forgetting fun
Clocks stand ticking in a row
the moon goes up so sinks the sun
Seconds, Minutes, Hours slowly Fade Away
I climb the tallest towers
It seems to take all day
Life goes by and seemly cowers
forgetting Sun's sweet ray
Seconds, Minutes, Hours
I Slowly Fade Away
as sinks my heart
and dies my fears
Seconds, Minutes, Hours
leading through the day

Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013

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