Time
Is there too much or not enough,
Why is life so full of troubles touch?
When times are good it moves so fast,
When times are hard there is no past,
Some times to me, I’m out of touch,
When all I see is the devils bluff,
When I wakeup what do I see,
Is time a piece of destiny?
Yet times at times I lose control,
Is time a sign that speaks to souls?
Sometimes I feel I need more time,
But perception tricks the sharpest mind,
Sometimes my time just seems too much,
Or is that thought just troubles touch?
Sometimes wishing my life was just a dream,
Because that’s how it seldom seems,
If I should die before I wake,
Could prayer in dreams save souls unawake?
Though if I’m woke, yet in my mind,
Then let this prayer save my soul In Time.
Written By: John W. Hagans
Why is life so full of troubles touch?
When times are good it moves so fast,
When times are hard there is no past,
Some times to me, I’m out of touch,
When all I see is the devils bluff,
When I wakeup what do I see,
Is time a piece of destiny?
Yet times at times I lose control,
Is time a sign that speaks to souls?
Sometimes I feel I need more time,
But perception tricks the sharpest mind,
Sometimes my time just seems too much,
Or is that thought just troubles touch?
Sometimes wishing my life was just a dream,
Because that’s how it seldom seems,
If I should die before I wake,
Could prayer in dreams save souls unawake?
Though if I’m woke, yet in my mind,
Then let this prayer save my soul In Time.
Written By: John W. Hagans
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