Time
For the life I live
It is not of mine
It is of my young
For now, they can not see
But it is of time
For this love I have of them
All that I have and all that I do
Time will be for them to see
So you see my young
It's always been for you
Though the hurting words
From time to time
The laughter we shared
Its all because I cared
For this life I live
It is not of mine
It is of time
Time that will be
For you to see
Copyright © Cherie Atcosta | Year Posted 2005
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