Change

Forgotten time of pasts once known
Asleep again beneath a bed of stone
The waters of life are slipping away
The sun starts to rise to start a new day
Past and present, future time
All are lost without a ryhme
Song's are sung and story's told
All alone we're growing old
Day's that pass time grows slower
A girl in a dream I swear that I know her
Love is a thing that I never have known
A place out of story's a magical stone
Dream's that I'm having keep turning around
Lost and alone I cant touch the ground
I am a victim of this joke we call life
Sitting in a window holding a knife
Times are a changing and we change as well
Standing on the threshold of a place we call Hell
A time there once was that I wished for true love
But dreams can die and dreams can shed blood
A poem thats writtin can always be changed
The words in this story always seemed so deranged
This time that I've wasted just sitting around
A silent whisper a forgotten sound
Today or tommorow no one can know
But the changes are comming It's growing so cold.