Precious Time
The sun is shining on us only if you want the light
To touch you in the darkest days.
Please follow me to your precious time
Of days that flow into the clock where the hands
Branch out like the waves of the sea, and the season
Overshadowed with this sudden change of weather.
How do we get to know our precious time for telling
Us and warning our time flying by to see how we can
Have a second chance that is a blessing in disguise.
I'm hopeful for the next day after day until time runs
Out of fear and forgiveness, life is given to us as a gift to the heart
Not a waste of numbers on the calendar for me to count.
Speak your mind and discipline your fingers to write down
The words as a gift to the heart so our precious time
Is the evidence that bears our soul.
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