Your time has not come, not yet!
The sand trickles slowly,
Down the hourglass
Thanking the heavens above,
You take a slow and deep breath
With your loved ones around you
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Now the roads seem empty and vacant,
Once bubbling with hurrying souls
As the days morph into night
To see the gift of life bestowed
You are forced to open your eyes
And you are set free for a brief moment
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The ticking of the clock grows faint
Your fingers tickling the edge of the horizon
A fleeting moment that spans a lifetime
You forgot to live in the now
Worrying about the future
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You forgot to live in the now
A fleeting moment that spans a lifetime
Your fingers tickling the edge of the horizon
The ticking of the clock grows faint
And you are set free for a brief moment
You are forced to open your eyes
To see the gift of life bestowed upon you
As the days morph into night
Once bubbling with hurrying souls
Now the roads seem empty and vacant
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With your loved ones around you
You take a slow and deep breath
Thanking the heavens above
Down the hourglass
The sand trickles slowly
Your time has not come, not yet!
…now that you’re here
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