Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Words

Seconds, hours,
So many days
Time just flies
And never comes back
So what happens
To all that wasted time?
They've become dust
Nothing but a memory
And of regrets

Chances have come and gone
But chances are
We'll find hope
Even when we're down
Or given up

So say goodbye!
These days are gone
And we can't keep holding on
When all we need
Is some relief
Through these hard times

There are no boundaries
Long as you believe
And you move on
If you want to make
A memory
You gotta believe!

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