Over and over...
Through love and light, we march into tomorrow.
We flirt with death through the grace of life and the time we borrow.
Tick tock, tick tock.
This O'clock and that O'clock.
We say rest in peace to the great loves that have been,
and those that never saw the light of day...
Because in the end?
In the end we learn when it's time to pack our hearts away,
to end the conversation between souls and just walk away.
Over and Over...
Like a story that never ends.
We lick wounds that never mend.
But through the men and women we have been,
the present state of being is temporary.
And through the days of our lives and with the exception of change for company...
We accept, that our journeys are solitary.
Over and over...
We march into tomorrow.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Over and over...
Through love and light, we march into tomorrow.
We flirt with death through the grace of life and the time we borrow.
Tick tock, tick tock.
This O'clock and that O'clock.
We say rest in peace to the great loves that have been,
and those that never saw the light of day...
Because in the end?
In the end we learn when it's time to pack our hearts away,
to end the conversation between souls and just walk away.
Over and Over...
Like a story that never ends.
We lick wounds that never mend.
But through the men and women we have been,
the present state of being is temporary.
And through the days of our lives and with the exception of change for company...
We accept, that our journeys are solitary.
Over and over...
We march into tomorrow.
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