If time is truth then let it be,
Absolute by fates decree,
For time moves on and here we wait,
For time to lose it’s moving state.

And in our grace we do declare,
Time’s swift movement is unfair!
And so we hate and twist and turn,
Always longing for time we’ve burned.

But in our wait we forget our ways,
Of moving on to better days,
And so we lose what we hold dear,
Memories made, most sincere.

And by the time we see our flaw,
Time has passed us up in awe,
Of grace, of beauty, of truth absolute,
Time cares not for wanting youth.