Time
(S. Goebel)
Time slips, through my finger tips Moving slow yet fast We can’t break free no hope for release The sand slides through the hour glass, and our lives are but a grain Across its wake lies a human chain A human chain Generations link across in time new circles old, old circles new Sometimes I feel trapped in its wake, is there really enough for all I want to do? Fighting the clock to live my life generations link across in time My Heart beats as the clock ticks The sun sets, youth’s well runs dry Nothing escapes the grasp of time Potential turns to memory and dust My being is a flash of life Wisdom is gained, time is lost A human chain Generations link across in time new circles old, old circles new Sometimes I feel trapped in its wake, is there really enough for all I want to do? Fighting the clock to live my life generations link across in time© 2005 Good Question