Time is a cruel player.
He comes and goes as he pleases
Arriving with the sun and leaving with the rain.
He takes and he takes, but rarely ever gives.

The roses on your cheeks or the Laughter of a sweet innocent babe, Arriving with the sun and leaving With the rain. The love shared
between two, arriving with the sun and leaving with the rain.

A heartbeat vibrant
and strong arriving with the sun
And dying in the rain…
Time is a cruel player.

KM’