Compare the old ways to the new,
and "a lot has changed", as we'd like to say.
But change was always meant to be a cause
for change comes by the day.

The old will always criticise the things of the young,
the young give them plenty reason to think we're dumb.
In this time of ours,
we live in a time of things looking so pretty,  
but not as a pretty smell of flowers.

What's in it for love
before we even learn to love one another.
And what's left of this very time
that has never kept the very moments
of making everything yours and mine.

In this time of ours.

What a strange time it is,
it's a time where every being only has one fear.
What a pandemic.

In this time of ours.

Do you ever ever question the time,
or you never never really do mind.
If so it's fine,
still never complain when everything stops,
when you run out of time.


In this time of ours.

Pain is a story that I can't tell.
while my heart stays burning,
before it's witnessed the fires of Hell.
My mind is only trapped in a cell,
that I've built myself.
And who knows my very torture,
unsurprisingly there's somebody else.

Human pain is just a colour,
in every person a different kind of shade.
The pain that you've made.

In this time of ours.

The past is gone,
the present is unsettling,
While the future seems unwarranted.
Each day comes,
leaving us to be stuck on worrying.

In this time of ours.

What does time expect of us,
and what do we expect of time in the near future.
What's to come next?
Something good I hope,
from all the pain and cruelty.