Falling through time with less to spear along the way.
Falling through time with nothing but time as a constant friend.
Falling through time holding hands and growing old with in it’s grasp.
Falling through time with nothing but time as a constant reminder of what could have been, or what may yet too be
Falling being the hardest thing not knowing if you’ll ever be court.

Like an old friend from years ago, yet refusing to let go.
Dragging it along behind you from one day to the next.
  As its weight grows leaving you even more alone.
And yet it is this baggage that should be left on its own, as it is things that have happen.
  And if hung on to may blind you from things yet to come.
For baggage is not the friend you should hold on to.

In between the lines of life.
Somewhere in the shadows suttle secrets do we keep, from prieing eyes.
Slipping between the shadows, the pages of who we really are.
Till the sun shines upon them letting others catch a glimpse.
If only for a second till back to the shadows we carst the real.
Once again taking on the fake.
For not wanting too stand out happy to blend in.
Living life by the same page.
Yet also longing too write a new.
Waiting for a day too shine.

Under lock and key is where you’ve placed this heart.
  That you now hold.
For not wanting any more.
It has now locked its door and closed its windows.
  Only to be opened by you who now holds the key.
Yet now not afraid to show that it is taken.
  As it dances to a different beat.
And it is to this end that this heart would be lost without you.

In your eyes from the first time I looked you captured me.
standing at the end of time couldn't look away.
Didn't know your name didn't need too.
Yet just in time you had come to be in front of me.
Standing still a moment to take a breath .
As you steel me from a moment of lifelessniss.
As you bring me falling back into life.
Unbeknownst to all of this there you stand with a smile.
Not knowing I was saved by you.

Life is rolling the dice and taking whatever may come.
  For good and bad go hand and hand , just as with the sun and moon comes day and night.
And unlike sand in an hourglass life is never motionless for one moment, that we are awake.
  For like time itself it moves on even if the hands upon  a clock stop.
For Life is everything or nothing.
Life is you and what you make of yourself.

Here in this pain we seek unrelentless                                                                hopeless to the need not willing to be alone
As time moves more together from apart                                                                  while others are left to wait till their time may come
lonely or not this ever growing act of life                                                      unchanged in time                                                                                                                 meet by the need of someone                                                                                                                                                                                                    
Yet just as hard the act of walking alone                                                                          the act of finding someone
only to find when the end may come for one                                                              the unwillingness to let go
there after only able to have that someone in mind                                                  no longer able to hold
knowing that it may be to late to start a new                                                   suddenly feeling the pain for what it is                                                                                To hold a broken heart hoping in time it may mend                                                                  
Being one we would gladly suffer                                                                                            even change who we are if only to have someone                                                            to hold till we are to feel this pain
In which we eagerly unknowingly stride towards                                                 that of which is left after love                                                                                               if not love again