sands of time

In late July
There's a butterfly
I watch it land upon your eye
Now your lips are dry
Underneath the pine
I'd stay here all of my life
I get lost some times
When you're on my mind
Think it's time I find
Something more in line with me
Gotta step in line
Time passes by
Put my thoughts on ice
Praying the fire turns still

Sands of time

A moment slipped in an instant
How did we end up more distant
Paint on the ceiling starting to reveal the
Cracks on the surface choosing not to heal it



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Writer(s): Jacob Roberts
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