As time goes by and you grow old
and ten thousand stories there left un-told
And you need more time un-till tomorrow
But time is not yours
or something you can borrow
Through my left ear
Blows the winds so fine
Mother nature father time
My words caught up in a grapevine
cumulus nimbus my darkest cloud
Gathers around me like a cold dark shroud
But a rainbow of hope like a supernova
Letting me know it will soon blow over
Up ahead in the distance Where the seagulls fly
the silence is broken with a bold eagles cry
That sharp rock face that waits in wonder
As the ocean holds her breath for that
Delicate sound of thunder
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