Time

By: Canaman, Richard

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If I had given a chance,

To recall my past time,

I will let it be precious to find,

The treasure’s I’ve done in my life,

When I look at the sky,

I am wondering why?

I wasted to spread my wing to fly,

And listen of what they say,

There’s regret in my mind,

How to let things back behind,

All my dreams bend,

And my heart becomes blind,

On my second time around,

I’ll keep my feet on the ground,

Doing things to make them proud,

The journey’s go beyond the clouds.