The Pages of Time - Wellenrausch

We can dream

words all untold of how we feel

all the real

the real come in fire and in steel

signed and unspoken

with a seal

A wishing well

all the untold

we can’t tell

if we’d stand up right there

where we fell

but only our soul we can sell

Soon, we cross the line

to move on

in the pages of time

soon, we cross the sign

to move on

and turn

the pages of time