Wilt over Time -

If I praise the struggle of every day

That I spent wishing November to turn into May

With every second I contemplate

If the rush is making up for my mind’s decay

This one is for all the souls I carried along with me

Relive the past

To feel what certainly will come to be

Old hearts beat half speed

Oh how it made me

Repeat what has been done

And hope that I will learn

A sea of risks to take, and make, regret a parable

Foundations chipped away, replaced, with gold of glory days

My time is moving way too fast

Try to run and make the feeling last

The twelve hours that I lost back then

Are haunting me again

They haunt me again

They haunt me again

This is forever

As far as f’can see

Nostalgia is not

Not what it used to be

Is it too late?

Never too late

Never Though distinctions are far and few

This essence keep pulling through

Pick up your bones, rebuild anew

Since nineteen ninety two