So the power it has
as it has ever been
like it has before
always it shall seem
for the power is never lost
for the power is never seen
like it has before
always it shall seem
know whats to behold
know whats to redeem
like it has before
always it shall seem
to envision its distance
would be an epiphany
like it has before
always it shall seem
the favors lost on people
forever lost in the way
the people who crave
nothing but the hours of the day
for in the tides of time
we measure our worth
for in the treasures of the present
to we give up our birth
trust me for in this power
one holds so true
leave the hearts behind
leave the soul so blue
but this power
as holy as old
works on but me
never to be told
for in the visions of the future
for the past so true
I know what is behind me
I know what to do
but these wisps
lost in skies so bold
looking up one tries
to manage a foothold
Please me now time
for I will tame you
for i am tired
to do nothing but blame you
so tired is this hand
for the words to stop to hold
but to regret none
and to forget the fold
now to move on
to a vision anew
you may stop me
but here is to stopping you!
as it has ever been
like it has before
always it shall seem
for the power is never lost
for the power is never seen
like it has before
always it shall seem
know whats to behold
know whats to redeem
like it has before
always it shall seem
to envision its distance
would be an epiphany
like it has before
always it shall seem
the favors lost on people
forever lost in the way
the people who crave
nothing but the hours of the day
for in the tides of time
we measure our worth
for in the treasures of the present
to we give up our birth
trust me for in this power
one holds so true
leave the hearts behind
leave the soul so blue
but this power
as holy as old
works on but me
never to be told
for in the visions of the future
for the past so true
I know what is behind me
I know what to do
but these wisps
lost in skies so bold
looking up one tries
to manage a foothold
Please me now time
for I will tame you
for i am tired
to do nothing but blame you
so tired is this hand
for the words to stop to hold
but to regret none
and to forget the fold
now to move on
to a vision anew
you may stop me
but here is to stopping you!
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