Over there that mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues seem to say. But nothing, changes here, this pain remains and will not go away.
"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has me slow ... And as I close my in sadness, a thousand seasons come and go ..."
Might enough to cover all and also enough to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor can ever heal.
heals nothing, nothing, nothing ... Spitefully away and laughs. Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is added another scar ... (x2)
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, ... The pain it and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease ...
Time nothing, nothing, nothing ... Pushes 'till we're diving different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - with some unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am hold". They say: "There is no hope for you on earth. either still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..." Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're only falling back into the side...
"How I wish I was dead and rest in final peace ... But even the luxury of death can't cure the that time cannot heal ..."