" Hands of time" 2
Its four in the morning and this dirty old room has really got me down just quiet all around me I'm looking for laughter and only finding tearslooking for reason I have wasted o so many years. The clock is ticking and the problems seem so clear Don't put off tomorrow when you can take care of things today. This is what my father told me as slowly watched him fade away.
Iv'e always rembered those word as I try to apply them every day.
Everything I have done i have never done in vain. I rember doing alot of dumb things but they have helped me along the way,learning fron my mistakes is constant price Iv'e paid.
From scars to bars I think about those things today. Each thing we do will come back in view its how much are you willing to pay. Each day is a lesson for this is to be told. You'll laugh or you'll cry but you'll always pay the price of the lessons we know today.
Do you rember visions of the past,sometime they come back to haunt you and that good times never last,but think about your dreams of tomorrow and never let them pass. Put them in a mental vault so they last and last and last...live each day to the fullest,live until you hearts content because you know there not always going to be a tomorrow and this you can' pretend.
Will you dance among the angels and sing a heavenly Song or will burn in hell forever because you know this is where you belong ......... Each is all yesterday and these are all days of the past so don't you cry about yester year they were never meant to last...the hands of time is ticking and you better make up fast the hands of time doesn't wait in line and time is ticking fast!!
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