A Minute Too Short

Time is just a number that is part of fate

Time is a number that too few people value

 And it will continue to disentegrate

I will never forget that one day when i was so close yet so far away

The sound of a ring lead me to words that i never wanted to hear

Lies entered my ears and i fought back tears

With my mouth wide open with nothing to say

Time was my enemy, I had never felt so betrayed

And when i returned home, and lies became truth

I was a minute too short and time had ended the heartbeat of one of it's youth

Time is just a number that simply burns away

As days continue to pass, I will carry this burden to my grave

For being a minute too short on that one tragic day

When time ended so quickly as skies turned to grey

Time is just a number that we cannot waste
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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