In perfect silence
I shuffle through my memories
And time stands still
I gaze into the eyes of God
To reflect upon my deeds
And time stands still
Are the questions meaningless
Or is it meaningless to question
Just fuel for my depression
Accepting NOW
I hear the clocks hand move
Its time to make another yesterday
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Author:
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