Lost Time
Lost Time
Time is something we take for granite.
In a split second those words without a glance
the ones that we don't think will be our last.
This is something we live by a sharp tongue or a hateful trance.
That argument, that angry thread of nasty words of hate
we just shed not knowing this might be the last words that are said.
Now we have to lay in that bed of hatred we just spread.
Why can't we stop and think before we act or speak
the words we can't retract.
The jury's in, the judgement passed,
the words you used can't be taken back.
The sentence is cast. You've fallen into that realm
of the unforgiven past.
By
Rowdy
Yates
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