The
Hands of Time
Won't stop for gold
But knows to slow when
longing ebbs and flows
The
Hands of Time
are a rare rare find
But it can blind in
the coin of life
The
Hands of Time
Won't stop, we go
The seasons flow
Dream and destiny bestowed
How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time
Hands of time...
It's all about do and die, life is anyway
So many dreams so little time
Be back soon
Lyn x