Over there little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues seem to say. But nothing, nothing changes here, this remains and will not go away.
"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has me slow ... And as I close my eyes in sadness, a thousand seasons and go ..."
enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor can ever heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... turns away and laughs. Leaves you and in defiance is only 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 into different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - with some unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold". 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 no-one and you are within. But I do dream of the light - only falling back into the left-hand side...
"How I wish what I was dead and rest in final ... But even the luxury of can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."