Movement
People come
And people go
But the ones who touched your heart
Are the ones you will always know
They may move on
They may pass away
But you can still remember their every memory
Even to this day
A flower will wither
A tree will one day die
It is because of these simple things
That I lay awake and sigh
They comfort my hope
And put them to bed
That is why fear
Is running through my head
The clock will tick
The clock will chime
But everything will fade
Our true enemy is time
So precious is every moment
Hold people close to heart
Because they won't always be there
They too will one day part
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2010
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