Thursday, 19 December 2013

MAKING ROOM


1 comment:

  1. TIME
    Ray Price (RIP)

    Time is a monster… that lives in our clocks
    It’s heartless and shows no remorse
    Consuming our future… as we fight
    That hundred year war
    Time is a soldier…steady and true
    Relentlessly trudging along
    And time takes no prisoners
    Nothing but time marches on

    Time is a weapon…It’s cold and it’s cruel
    It knows no religion…And plays by no rules
    Time has no conscience…When it’s all said and done
    Like a beast in the jungle…That devours it’s young

    You can burn up the highway…fly like the wind
    Run down those long shiny rails
    But time’s right behind you… Like a hound dog
    That’s hot on your trail
    But we’re all in the same boat
    So just hold on…and ride to the end of the line
    Time waits for no one…everyone runs out of time

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