...and so I close my eyes to pray for tomorrow
When my eyes open I see years have gone by
Destroying my hope that I once had so high
Ironically I'm left with more prayers and sorrow
Over time I've learned that time is an illusion
What you think is the present can be merely confusion
As tic turns to toc the clock does not stop
Leaving you with an immense amount of repulsive shock
The days leave too soon, in the blink of an eye
I look to the past and see what I miss most
I'm not ready for the future, but still I'm dragged on by
The good days I once had become merely a ghost
I'm ready to engage in combat with this thing called time
The good days aren't dead they are simply cast by shadows of dark
I'll battle the sun to come up and produce its genuine shine
At this point I'll settle for even the tiniest of a spark.
