Time comes and time goes,
It's as if the trees the wind blows,
Big with time, old with age,
It's as if time is one big guage.
Time is filled with tenderness and love,
Like gentle feathers from a dove,
But then, time can be filled with another fate,
For time can be filled with cruelty and hate,
Like looking with your eye at hells open gate.
Time can be filled with happiness and joy,
Like seeing a child play with a favorite toy,
Time can be filled with hardness and grief,
Like turning from a flower to an old crumpled leaf,
Time goes by as fast as can be,
But as time goes by, you will see,
It like a group of lifelong friends,
For time goes by, and it never ends.
