Father Time
By Benj
Peer into the harrowed eye wade across the stream of tears, spread your wings in hazy sky find your binds within your fears. Leave, alone, with a silent cry avoid the empty biers, and pay attention to Father Time He has a way of stealing years. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 01:56 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Peer into the harrowed eye..."