Through the choices that I make,
to stay in touch with those which time lost,
I must choose.

That of the friend who gave me joy.....
That of the friend who gave me happiness.....
That of the friend who gave me kindness.....
That of the friend who gave me memories.....
That of the friend who he now only sees.

On what hard stone ground must the battle be fought,
On what cause must this fight start to never end until
the one says....."It's over"?!

Jealous.....over what?!
The time I would spend, laugh and joke, is trashed by love,
On what grounds must this become the wall?
ON WHAT GROUNDS?

To never see a friend so fair, that through this coloud he must speak,
decide, act, choose.....
A choice unlawfully made by one over another.....
Life for a life.....
Friend over love.....
.....

What is time to those who wait for it to finish,
from the clicking of the clock
to the clocking off from a shift,
only time can tell, but it doesn't wait for me.

The power of time are all around us everywhere,
from the time of steam and coal
to the power of a few atoms,
only times shows power, but it doesn't wait for me

Sounds of time can always be heard everywhere,
from the creeks and goans of old bridges
to the outcrys of the flocking birds,
only time shows music, but it doesnt wait for me

Beauty in the eye of the beholder always grows everywhere,
from the nature of the water flowing over hillsides
to the imagination of a human being,
only time shows creativity, but it never waits for me

A bird could be heard in the garden,
tweeting it's song to the world,
that of which was listening anyway.
Everywhere else the scratching of pen to paper
was never as annoying as now, sitting in the warmth
of the inferno that was my future.
One time they asked us to sit there whilst we witnessed
the horror of a poor spider being squashed
by the books of History. Never mind.
Tick-Tock went the clock, constantly,
never moving, never changing.
Time seemed to stand still which always seemed to
make everyones live hell in that room.
Everyone waiting, hushed into panic, frantically
straining their minds to nothing, only to produce nothing

Ouch my heart, it hurts so much
this past week, always hurts.
Maybe something i've done has
Caused this, possibly all that running.
No, too much pain, something more
Than that, something more important.
Oh why can't I think straight,
I need to remeber, I want to remember.

Oh, now I know, that pain,
That throb, that pull, that stab.
That loss.
Loss of love.
Loss of life.
Loss of the will to live.

The world is a huge place
But so much can be said and done
Like that day when we wanted cake,
But which one should we have?
We are undecided still

What different does it make to anyone
Whether the water is hot or cold, rich or poor, well or ill,
It’s what makes us unique in this world
The choices we make is what we are
Different to everyone, but all the same

If I could say to you, one,
what would that one be?
One heart for that true one,
or one brain to think for that one?

If I could say to you, two,
what would that two be?
Two eyes for that true one,
or two ears to hear for that one?

If I could say to you, three,
what would that three be?
Three years between that true one,
or three long years of waiting for that one?

Why must I wait to be served?
Why must I wait to be seated?
Why must I wait to be collected?
Why must I wait to be chosen?
Why must I wait to be next?
Why must I wait to be picked?
Why must I wait anymore?
I need not wait anymore for the final chance
Why must I wait?
I don’t need to wait anymore,
What I want is right here

The heart stopped beating,
Or so my mother said
But what does she know about the dead?

She can’t hear nor see them,
So what does she know?
Only I can hear their cries of woe

But life is still young,
Or so they say,
But for me, it is but one moment away

I can see the stars that shine,
But the clouds draw in,
And so does the end, my time wears thin

It’s over now, its over now,
I can’t feel it anymore,
So now I must go, now I will go through the door.

I feel so small amongst the trees,
they push and **** me through the leaves.
I feel so free that I fly to my home,
only to find the tree grow there

Tick, tick, tick, went the clock,
Bang, bang, bang, went my head.
Never before has the world started to spin
So violently, until I tried to stand up.

I would lie there for days on end
Just thinking of everyone else,
What they would be doing now,
What they would be saying about me.

They believe that I was perfectly fine,
Just pulling their leg to stay off from that test.
But I wasn’t fine, far from it, what they didn’t
Know was that I was dying

Four months they said in that white room,
But that was over four months ago,
Now I just have to lie and wait,
Just lie and wait for the time to come

How long till then? A month, a week,
A day, an hour, or even a minute?
But it will come sooner or later,
And I’ll be ready, ready for it to come