The Clock of Chances and Pain

 

Even time has its own clock, and it's running out

You’d think that time’s wings are broken,

But they’re beating now

Faster.

Louder.

Than ever before.

They ain't gonna wait,

and then you're gonna cry.

Cause once the chance is gone, it's gone.

So it’s time to sever

Heart from

Brain

And let those two

Beat away from their pains.

Because then,

More chances are opened

And only then, will

Time’s wings be broken

Again

 

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