Fly By

Time a train, stopped by no one.
Away it leaves, gone before everyone.
By your side, for everyone to see.
Yet, in the end, it is seen by no one.
Goodbye it flies in the end of one.
Keep hold of time itself.
She's walking alone forever.
Her arms bleed red, at the harm she causes.
Her head hangs low, as she sees all those she wishes to be by.
Invisible to the eye, she weeps her tears.
The sky goes gray, as she weeps away.
Hug time before she goes, she'll be gone in an instant, if you don't see her go.

 

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Me

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