It moves on without us.
A goodbye, it doesn't leave,
On its path we are ravaged.
What wouldn't I give
To stop time in its path.
But it flows, it moves, it runs,
And we can never keep up.
Yesteryears are gone,
And your face I am slowly forgetting,
Bit by bit, time eats away all memories of you,
But still I hold on tightly to what little is left.
Deep down I know,
Who the winner is.
One can never win the fight against
Time.
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