In the moment of present time
5,000 years was the blink of an eye
existing here,
born to die,
live to learn,
learn to love,
death was before your present time,
don't let life flash by,
and fill the moment of mourn and cry
where were you before?
and could you fly?
past and future are the same time,
they are made with the now,
the every blink of our eyes,
every moment lost to a hopeless sigh
every angel lost with a hopeless cry
every moment we've got until the moment we die,
then that 5,000 years was the blink of an eye

I am an owl
alone
I brood under stars
I am the wind
Rustle thy feathers
I am an owl
Pretending a human
I am dead
I am the wind
I am an owl
alone
I brood under stars

The night that twas
thy last of his reign
they seal him off
and more they came
seek his throne replace his name
into the sands of time he lay
with the stars and moons and
the mournings tears become dew
and the stars moon and sun
brought a moment new
he worked so hard
to be sealed in his tomb
inside his mothers silver whom

The sun it rises, I see it every day
It sheds warmth in the place I stay
It passes through the sky as moments go away
My love is idle docked at the bay
Deep in my mind and stored away
Will I find another like you I cannot say,
Yet the sun it rises I see it every day

As the days blend together
With my thoughts
the minutes
the hours
the days
the weeks
the months
the years
time is passing cars on a highway
leaving a trail of exhaustion
time leaving
an ending for a beginning
your here for a reason
time wont end for earth,
time wont matter for us in the end
until we awake in a human body again
the time is shared with all with in,
it's a circle we ride without no end
a journey for you of eternal happiness within
where a time will end a time will begin

Why were we born if we have to die?
Step back and take a different look
Our lives each a very special book
beyond one cover is the sky
beyond another is the ocean
the binds the horizon, either way we look
yet the pages are our world and all that meets our eye
each page is a day, that creeps and pass by
our foot prints in time, are the letters
that form the words and lines
as we move along
the pages fill with words
only memories behind you, only blank in front of you
and the ink on your feet and your love to guide you
you make each new word and the story thats behind you
and you cant let the blank white blind you
to let another finished book become the words behind you
to become a copy of a copy that is copying you
but to add a book new to the library,
where the library is earth
to read all the books behind you,
and make a new story, that brings happiness inside you
for the next to read as they write too
to make a copy or something
beautiful and new
your writing your book, because fate chose you
your writing your book, to choose your fate
the now always creeping, *times never late