May be it is time which heals,
But how long shall I wait for it?
Aged by wounds, stooping to the ground
Still no foot steps of time to be heard.
Dreaded by the fear that it may pass me unknown,
I clutch on to hope that it may let me know,
But how long shall I wait for it?
When all I’ve got is a weak heart to bear.
Tears have dried and my eyes are calling out
To the eternal time, to close it forever,
What use is life when my hopes fight against my courage,
What use is courage, when dreaded by colourless memories.
Emotions have greyed and heart has wrinkled,
Yet no sign of a leash of time,
Still I seek comfort in the thought of that moment,
When a ray of rainbow will knock at the doors of my hope.
