Time

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Time soothes our struggles
Yet we get old, we age
And still don't know how to engage
When is time to turn the page
The past is drifted away
The future comes without delay
And the present is everyday
Break away, break away
Oh! Thy future seems so far away
My present seems to be what holds you
Yet my past is what struggles me
I would just wither
If not for thy whisper
Of your comfort solace
It comes with a glimpse of happiness
The soothing sound that time makes
A quiet whisper...But alive.