Through forlorn eyes i watched days sit on the window,
Ticking of time slipped by,
Through time and time a seed to vine,
It grew above the lintel,
As days went past it grew so vast,
The ivy grew over the door,
From young to old from hot then cold,
We are born in the morning and pass in the evening,
In the great sunset of life,
We may lie and deceive for what we achieve ,
In the end a pillar of sand,
We all make our circles ,
Some large some small,
But in the end its the beauty that we make of it all,
That will step with us into the gentle last goodnight,
As we close our eyes no pain don't cry,
As i die with a gentle sigh my light will slide into the evening.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Through forlorn eyes i watched days sit on the window,
Ticking of time slipped by,
Through time and time a seed to vine,
It grew above the lintel,
As days went past it grew so vast,
The ivy grew over the door,
From young to old from hot then cold,
We are born in the morning and pass in the evening,
In the great sunset of life,
We may lie and deceive for what we achieve ,
In the end a pillar of sand,
We all make our circles ,
Some large some small,
But in the end its the beauty that we make of it all,
That will step with us into the gentle last goodnight,
As we close our eyes no pain don't cry,
As i die with a gentle sigh my light will slide into the evening.
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