Does Time cry when she´s alone?
Does Time cry on her great throne
standing in the Halls of Eternity?
She goes by – we whirl around and damn her
´cause we think she evily runs so fast on purpose
But it´s us who make her running.
It´s us who don´t appreciate her.
It´s us who give her a cloak of evilness.
For “nothing is our fault.“
Does Time cry when she´s alone?
Does Time cry on her great throne
standing in the Halls of Eternity?
In circles we go and in spirals run down
And one day the End will take all –
All but Time.
She´ll stay – just won´t be counted anymore
as no one will be left to count her.
And she´ll be free.
No one left to make her running.
No one left not appreciating her.
No one left to give her a cloak of evilness.
And Eternity will count our faults.
And we´ll be called to account for them.
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