A Law Called Time
It moved so fast
yet seemed so slow
that thing upon my wrist
Upon the wall and on my phone
the same so did persist
I mean not to lead onto form
but of the thing itself
The thing that takes our life away
a law unto oneself
Time, oh do I respect you much
give your grace to me
I have so much I want to do
Give me all I need
yet seemed so slow
that thing upon my wrist
Upon the wall and on my phone
the same so did persist
I mean not to lead onto form
but of the thing itself
The thing that takes our life away
a law unto oneself
Time, oh do I respect you much
give your grace to me
I have so much I want to do
Give me all I need
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