time passes by

time passes by
it wounds you to the heart
it marks and it decays
and it scars
voices sing
in chorus with the wind
this picture is black and white
and it’s torn at the edge

and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray

i see your sunken eyes
and your waning smile
and the sphere that goes unchanged
to your fragmented sight
i lit a perfumed candle
it burned slowly to a stub
and when its light went out
its incense filled the room

and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray

this room is my resting place
eternity is my cage
a lost and minor note
emerges from the strings
its tune will lift
the chorus through the night
the symphony the cry
the howl the tear that dries

and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray

time passes by
it wounds you to the heart
it marks and it decays
and it scars

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