Hours
Sprial and coil into black Some remebered, some forever gone
Tragic
We never get them all back
The relentless march of time must still go on The tide is turning
Horizons burning
Your days are numbered
Your future has crumbled
Forgotten
Events obscured by the past Without remembrance did they occur at all?
And nothing below us to the fall
Losing
At best a tenuous grasp
Horizons burning Your days are numbered
The tide is turning
Your future has crumbled
Imagine What moments hose last hours hold
Things we missed that might have changed our lives Stranded
With no way to get home
The light around us starting to subside Horizons burning
The tide is turning
Your future has crumbledYour days are numbered.
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