Song 42
Time is a gift that has no inherent meaning
It's a gift that you should not waste
Time is a gift without a predefined meaning
Oh, never stop dreaming
Life it's a mystery
To vast to grasp
Nobody knows how long it will last
Your vision it's clouded
Blurred you could say
That's why it is so hard to find your way
You stroll in confusion
You wander the dark
Stumbling over rocks that lie in your path
You're ever restless
And your Wondrin' still
Is it destiny or do I have free will?
Time is marching on
It is marching on
It is marching on
And there's nothing you can do
Time flows through your hands
Like grains of sand
You're Trying to grasp
But none of them will last
It's not about the meaning
It's about what you will do
With the time that was given to you
Time is a gift that has no inherent meaning
It's a gift that you should not waste
Time is a gift without a predefined meaning
Oh, never stop dreaming
Life it's a ride
You start as a child
Grow into a teen
Until after 19
A child at heart
But you're taller
Life flys by
You are way older
Regretting mistakes
And choices in life
Aching for a change
In Midlife
Worked all your life
Never found the time
To do what you had
Planned in life
Time is marching on
It is marching on
It is marching on
And there is nothing you can do
Time flows through your hands
Like grains of sand
You're Trying to grasp
But none of them will last
It's not about the meaning
It's about what you will do
With the time that was given to you
It's a gift that you should not waste
Time is a gift without a predefined meaning
Oh, never stop dreaming
Life it's a mystery
To vast to grasp
Nobody knows how long it will last
Your vision it's clouded
Blurred you could say
That's why it is so hard to find your way
You stroll in confusion
You wander the dark
Stumbling over rocks that lie in your path
You're ever restless
And your Wondrin' still
Is it destiny or do I have free will?
Time is marching on
It is marching on
It is marching on
And there's nothing you can do
Time flows through your hands
Like grains of sand
You're Trying to grasp
But none of them will last
It's not about the meaning
It's about what you will do
With the time that was given to you
Time is a gift that has no inherent meaning
It's a gift that you should not waste
Time is a gift without a predefined meaning
Oh, never stop dreaming
Life it's a ride
You start as a child
Grow into a teen
Until after 19
A child at heart
But you're taller
Life flys by
You are way older
Regretting mistakes
And choices in life
Aching for a change
In Midlife
Worked all your life
Never found the time
To do what you had
Planned in life
Time is marching on
It is marching on
It is marching on
And there is nothing you can do
Time flows through your hands
Like grains of sand
You're Trying to grasp
But none of them will last
It's not about the meaning
It's about what you will do
With the time that was given to you
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