Over there little 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 echoes seem to say. But nothing, nothing changes here, this pain remains and not go away.
"I weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow ... And as I my eyes 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 kiss can heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... Spitefully turns and laughs. you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar ... (x2)
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, ... The pain it grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, to cease ...
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... Pushes 'till we're diving into flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - with some unnameable shame...
"Time's claw, I am losing 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 for no-one and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're only back into the left-hand side...
"How I wish what I was dead and rest in peace ... But the luxury of death can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."