I fear that time closes in;
It moves faster and faster.
A broken heart, a broken mind,
My life is a disaster.
I'd hoped that time wasn't done.
There's still much for me to do,
But the night bandit creeps up on me
As I wave goodbye to you.
I wonder what it will be like,
If eternal life exists;
All these questions cloud my thoughts
Like the spring's morning mist.
It pains me so that I must go,
But I know it's out of my hands.
There's something larger than I,
And it's all according to His plan.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
I fear that time closes in;
It moves faster and faster.
A broken heart, a broken mind,
My life is a disaster.
I'd hoped that time wasn't done.
There's still much for me to do,
But the night bandit creeps up on me
As I wave goodbye to you.
I wonder what it will be like,
If eternal life exists;
All these questions cloud my thoughts
Like the spring's morning mist.
It pains me so that I must go,
But I know it's out of my hands.
There's something larger than I,
And it's all according to His plan.
