What could I do to change time? Maybe to reflect upon the past Seeing memories flash by me Leaving my vision It is blinding As my current self became uncaring Unwavering from a set position in time So now I wait as the memories fade And my heart wakes up To return part of it to darkness Alone I'm sorry Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong
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