Only If We Learn

Is it giving up or giving in? Living our lives left unattended is a cardinal sin. We can trace it back through the years, we could pin every hope on the future and conceal the tears, but we are the ones to blame. "Never again," we cry, "please open our eyes to the world we're setting alight." Pray to God to put it to right.

Time will wait for no one but itself, time after time. As the hands unwind, minutes and hours pass, we find ourselves committing the crime. Time will be the end of us all. Is the life we treasure poured out in equal measures? I guess we'll never know.

When they take the sun out from the sky will we complain that there's no light to shed on what we've don't to ourselves? I've got a reason to believe something could save us from our reprieve, but only if we learn from pages that we've turned. Get ready to sink or swim we're dancing on land-mines treading water again.

Sweep it under the carpet, put it out from your sight. Sweep it under the carpet, pray that everything is alright. Time never ends it carries on ticking away inside this time bomb, over and over again until we're gone.

Time will be on our side.