Time Marches On
As time marches on through the hall that is my heart,
it meets locked doors
stumbles on and stops...
no place to go
the light flickers as the candle burns bright
the wick, my life - the light, my hope
I follow time down the darkened hall
and on out through the locked doors
we pass quietly and do not disturb
the peaceful slumber of the soul
...and time marches on...
lost loves and forgotten dreams
lie still on an empty floor
they fade away, dissapear, and die
as an eternal hope lingers on, on I walk
as the candle burns my life away more is forgotten
yet more is experienced
as time marches on (and on and on) it rolls
crushing the feats of the day
the dreams of tomorrow
the hopes we once had
the wars they will end
the heavens they will fall
to this power, crushes all
taking life (starting anew)
light, dark, peace, war, love, and hate
in the end it's forgotten
yet the beginning means so much
what of your hate? what of your love? what of us all?
we leave us behind to experience the rest... is what we need
a rest is what we crave so take now your time and spend it well
the yesterdays are gone, tomorrow's not yet here
...and time marches on...
it passes without you seeing
you see it without knowing
you touch it without feeling
you reach without touching
and as your hope dies
it sits in your heart,
as your search ends
you lose it forever,
what you've had all along
setting on life making dark our thoughts
enlightening our dreams and ruling our hearts
for none to judge for all to see
for us to have for them to hold
for we all praise for we must know
that all we've seen must never go
for time is all I have and I follow
as it marches on and on and on it moves
the time (my life), the light (it burns)
the wick (it's gone),
...and time marches on ...
Copyright © Matthew Dawe | Year Posted 2006
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