A foriegn touch, longing to feel something hidden
Pulled away as suddenly as it grew forth from the ground
The plant is left as strewn like a weed in a gardens mulch.
Left in the sun to dry and wither
Time.....
That fucking words haunts me
It's time thats taken to sew the seeds of disent in ones own soul
Time to heal old wounds
Time to grow anew
Time now to wait on a vain hope
Pride has left me weak again
Now only time is to tell