Can't claw back time;
Can't turn back the clock.
What was done was done:
The past is cut in stone.
You carry that burden
In silence and alone.
Words wither in the shadows that it casts,
Empathy turns to stone.
And though the memory hurts you so
We could find a way to let it go.
Would you let life pass you by,
All for the sake of one time?
Why does the sun rise each new morning?
What for the flowers each new Spring?
Time moves on, while yours stands still,
Lacking all the joy that life can bring.
And if you can't leave it behind,
There's no need for it to rule your life.
Would you let life pass you by,
All for the sake of one time?
