So that old clock stopped ticking,
one less noise to fill my ears.
As my mind goes to rewind,
pulsing, reeling in the years.
Every second hazy,
lost in time just like the clock,.
Memories lost, through just living,
moving on, amongst the flock....
Thinking of the shepards,
some were good,
and some so bad.
Moments that formed where I am,
all the good and all the bad.
The memories you lock away,
will be the ones that drive you mad.
When that old clock stops ticking.............
there's no time fo feel so sad.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
So that old clock stopped ticking,
one less noise to fill my ears.
As my mind goes to rewind,
pulsing, reeling in the years.
Every second hazy,
lost in time just like the clock,.
Memories lost, through just living,
moving on, amongst the flock....
Thinking of the shepards,
some were good,
and some so bad.
Moments that formed where I am,
all the good and all the bad.
The memories you lock away,
will be the ones that drive you mad.
When that old clock stops ticking.............
there's no time fo feel so sad.
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