The Time

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Well I think I gonna miss the days of hearing everything so clear

 
These day all I'm hearing is a sound thats growing dear

 
A voice that is lost and hardly of a mind

 
A voice not of a mouth but of time 

Stitched threw the shrubs and the bugs and the beast

 
Now I see my self less social and my docile to there needs

 
See time has a bearing on how my heart is faring

 
And it hardly seems worth caring what your broken heart is wearing 

Yes time she is wholesome and she's wondering away

 
She grows to the moment and hides in the fray 

So join us on a weary walk on a world that begs to stop

 
Have a talk with archaic rock that was once an ancient clock

 
Spin spin with times favorite tune

 
 Yes she dances threw space for our eyes to consume 

I think I'll miss the times that stuck to my cortex

 
While most days are warped into the slowly closing vortex

 
I think I'll miss the feeling of the sun slowly reeling round this sphere

 
When the light shines thin and the night sky pulls your near 

I think I'll miss the roots that once climbed so deep

 
I think I'll mis your lips that only spoke pure poetry 

Stitched threw the shrubs and the bugs and the beast

 
Now I see my self less social and my docile to there needs

 
See time has a bearing on how my heart is faring

 
And it hardly seems worth caring what your broken heart is wearing 

Yes time she is wholesome and she's wondering away

 
She grows to the moment and she hides in the fray