Grass is always greener on the other side,
the sky is never always cloudy,
the most important things in life,
take the longest time.
What one desires,
what one deserves,
must to the end of time wait,
to get what one has earned.
A trophy so golden,
A jewel so rare,
to be in other hands,
as time disappears.
But one must wait,
for one to have,
that of which one wants,
what one so greatly deserves.
The face without hands,
shows one no time,
but counts down,
the seconds of ones life.
A voice known greatly,
spoken in dreams,
tells one to wait,
if one believes.
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Grass is always greener on the other side,
the sky is never always cloudy,
the most important things in life,
take the longest time.
What one desires,
what one deserves,
must to the end of time wait,
to get what one has earned.
A trophy so golden,
A jewel so rare,
to be in other hands,
as time disappears.
But one must wait,
for one to have,
that of which one wants,
what one so greatly deserves.
The face without hands,
shows one no time,
but counts down,
the seconds of ones life.
A voice known greatly,
spoken in dreams,
tells one to wait,
if one believes.
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