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.