Time's here, at last, for me to sing.
Time's here, for the joys, back, to bring.
Never did I confess that I do dream.
But time's here, I guess, for past to redeem.
Yes, time's here for all things nice.
I spoke not when I was best heard.
I stuttered the little I said, I do swear.
Crime it was, late I discovered,
That haunts as a guilt no man can bear.
I wonder how mercy was guilt's price
As time's here for all things nice.
I hail from West, out of setting Sun's face.
I've never done a thing right in all my life.
I thought this life was a one man's race.
Never did I smile, care or commit to strife.
Not realizing these thoughts can't purpose, suffice.
Yet, goodness, time's here for all things nice.
--"Wish you saw me cry last night.
Hopeless, no tears falling.
Alas, I can not cry, I thought.
time here is not for crying, I heard".
