Time is a thief, it steals away,
The nights we shared, now turned to clay,
Yet still I breathe, and face the day.
Time is a judge, it speaks so clear,
It showed your vows were insincere,
And freed my heart from empty fear.
Time is a fire, it burns the past,
It turned to ash what could not last,
And let me rise from pain at last.
Time is a mirror, it shows the soul,
It proved I’m strong, I’m still made whole,
A brighter life is still my goal.
Time is a teacher, with lessons deep,
It taught me love is not to keep,
But from the dust, my hopes still leap.
Time is a doctor, it heals the scar,
It stitched my wounds both near and far,
And taught my heart just who we are.
Time is a river, it sweeps me on,
Away from nights where tears were drawn,
Into the light of hopeful dawn.
Time is a potter, with patient art,
It shaped the courage in my heart,
And gave me strength for a brand-new start.
Time is a prophet, it softly shows,
A future where true loving grows,
Where peace and joy like sunlight flows.
Time has no master, yet I find,
Grace in my steps, and peace of mind,
With strength and hope my life’s aligned.