little red second hand a ticking clock
hold your breath hope and pray it slows or stops
one blink of an eye you’ve got it and then
everything is lost
keep on moving through the day and night
so distracted by the sound and lights
minutes, hours, days and years
are slipping through our fingers and…
it’s over before
you know it
it’s over before
you know it
i dream of night’s when we were young, when morning comes it’s gone…it’s gone.
one more winter see the falling snow
turn your head and watch the season’s go
soon it’s summer and what have we done
with every once of breath we’re given…
