The train of time
Never stops or slows down
It takes our youth and our prime
And all we can do is frown
The train of time
Will decide when we leave
It really can feel like a crime
As all we can do is grieve.
Poetry
The train of time
Never stops or slows down
It takes our youth and our prime
And all we can do is frown
The train of time
Will decide when we leave
It really can feel like a crime
As all we can do is grieve.