Time
Time is of the essence,
where has it gone,
all my dreams,
all my life,
Time seems to have gone
on.
An I have been left
behind.
When will I catch up,
When will I be on time,
Will it ever be my
turn.
Will it ever be my time,
As time goes on we grow
and everything changes,
One day i maybe able
to freeze time.
An I'll catch up,
Then it will be my turn,
My Time.
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