Time seems to trickle away
Slaving day by day
Listening to the sounds of the voices in my head pounding away
Like thunder the drums boom in my ear
Telling me to let go of what's near
Fear grows with each ticking tock
Never knowing what I might say that will have you knocked off your rock
One day the voices will stop, that day will also be the day your beating heart stops
That day my blessings will become unlocked pouring into my glass overflowing
One day I shall not be fooled, just like us, our love is left unknowing
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