Time
Time is somthing precious,
Where you in a lifetime you've got so little of
Time can't be runned or neither be turned.
Time doesn't come back,
It's only ticking away.
Time moves quickely
Sometimes wish you could let it stand still.
For that special moments to stay.
But before you even realize...
Gone is another day.
Moral of this story realize
what you've got
embrace, Love and hold to it
notthing last forever
Where you in a lifetime you've got so little of
Time can't be runned or neither be turned.
Time doesn't come back,
It's only ticking away.
Time moves quickely
Sometimes wish you could let it stand still.
For that special moments to stay.
But before you even realize...
Gone is another day.
Moral of this story realize
what you've got
embrace, Love and hold to it
notthing last forever
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| Auteur: Ramona1978 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2012 | ||
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