Over that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the echoes seem to say. But nothing, nothing here, this pain remains and will 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 cruel to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he neither force nor kiss can ever heal.
Time nothing, nothing, nothing ... turns 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 grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, to cease ...
heals nothing, nothing, nothing ... Pushes 'till we're diving different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, - Petrified with some unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold". They "There is no hope for you on earth. Time either still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out ..." 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 falling into the left-hand side...
"How I wish I was dead and rest in final peace ... But even the of death can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."