Time Held

Time held our self’s
Wrapped itself around the blind
Captured beat and blues, till divine

Sold youth for sense
Loved all till
heaven sent

Could it be that we are all
part of the grand plan
Oh so… tell me are we just that
A simple lot
Of this and that?

So I say and think we are
And more, don’t you know that true love is all
All that is that there is
All for us to adore

All there is for us to adore…….

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