I sit here contemplating, and the wind blows through the trees
With all the passage of time remaining, and the sacrifices seen.
I somehow still remember the kiss, and how the light in my lovers eyes gleamed.
Time can be a friend awaiting, it can also make your heart bleed.
Time can turn events to fleeting, leaving your future bare.
Time can also award you, with understanding beyond compare.
In the light of a shining day, with the warmth of the sun,
I can still feel arms around me, holding me, all things frozen and made one.
Somewhere in a place far from here,or even in the next room,
There is a woman shedding tears, there is a man in which victories won,
There is a small boy playing in his world, there is a girl that runs.
Time can be a friend awaiting, it can also make your heart bleed.
Time can turn events to fleeting, leaving your future bare.
Time can also award you, with understanding beyond all compare
The people pass on the streets, each looking for a heart to hear.
Moments pass between us, like the fingers through your hair.
Each and every glance has a meaning, every touch leaves a mark.
All sound makes a footprint, placed upon the soul and heart.
In the light of a glowing night, in the shadow of the moon,
I can still see you standing there, making the earth move.
Upon this place we live on, history is both past and here,
What is left has not been yet discovered, and contemplation is always near.