TIME
Time is train,
followed by gain
It leads and goes
to free the souls
When pass we know
that we're in role
To play in the
world of fear,
kindness and joy
Things are toy
But what's the aim?
you think again
It will be hide
you'll have to ride
onto the train,
Where as to see
your futures lead
yourself and life
But when you back,
you see no track,
of yours or none
Where you the one?
You think that what
will stay for us
fights and roars
will be a dust
Glad and joy
will be the things
that leaves from you
and your sins
So don't lead trains
to go wrong ways
Goldens you pick
heaven you tick
written by:
COSMICPOWER
year:2000