In the town where I grew up
You still can hear the chime
Of the old courthouse clock
As it counts away the time
Uncountable are the days
That too this place have come and gone
Causing so much here to change
In this town that I call home
The passing of the time
Has taken loved ones dear
And nothing is the same
Without their presence here
Time changes everything
It doesn't slow nor stop
So continues the counting chime
Of the old courthouse clock
RLB
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
In the town where I grew up
You still can hear the chime
Of the old courthouse clock
As it counts away the time
Uncountable are the days
That too this place have come and gone
Causing so much here to change
In this town that I call home
The passing of the time
Has taken loved ones dear
And nothing is the same
Without their presence here
Time changes everything
It doesn't slow nor stop
So continues the counting chime
Of the old courthouse clock
RLB