Times, they say are meant to change
The good ones do come seeking to avenge
The dark lonely hours of those sombre days
And to clear every path from mist and haze
Displaying all things bright and beautiful
And showing life can still be wonderful
Until the end of time, hope remains a friend
So I quietly wait for time to end
Monday, July 03, 2006
Life, Timed
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