Dear Father Time,
With your scythe of falling sand,
Take back my every blunder,
With a brush of your withered hand.
Free me from these nightmares,
Each haunting memory.
Take away my battle scars,
For once let me be free.
Give me back my innocence,
My happiness, my pride.
Let me be rid of all this grief,
This hurt hidden inside.

Dear Father Time,
My childhood years are ending,
The ones you have stole away.
So here I have come here begging,
One day to sing sonatas,
One day to dance in rain,
One day to fight my demons,
One day to **** the pain.
So give me back,
The time you stole.
Heal my wounds,
Restore my soul.