Time held my fingers
She cupped my palm
Time is my friend
Walking arm in arm,
She tells me my life
A narrator of truth
She's the memory, the future
The destroyer of youth,
She makes me laugh
She makes me cry
Time makes me wonder,
Time doesn't lie,
I call her a fool
She calls me back
Time is the laughter
I never lack
She held my fingers
She cupped my palm
Then walked me to heaven
Arm in arm
