Time Left To Repeat
Round and round
Round and round we go
life after life drowned
in this world we think we know
past to present then back to past again
lives lost but are not dead
those thought dead brought back again
children of the past once again go to bed
for those unable to comprehend
time repeats from the cradle to the grave
then starts the beginning of the end
despite all efforts that we gave
and is then reversed
never to change like a song that's been rehearsed
leaving many hearts needing a mend
within this cycle that seems to never end.
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