Tick tock
tick tock...
Write something in sand and it washes away
write something in stone and it stays...
Walking down an old gravel road,
Barefoot and in pain...
The tides are changing
The beginning has reached the end...
Time flakes away,
Like paint off a wall...
Each day passes me by
and i know something is missing...
Fallen off the edge of Earth
From the place where all men berth...
Theres someone out there crying
that i wish i could save...
Time is precious
and every second should be used wisely...
Why should color matter
To every through and through...
By 2006 By Letrice Hopkins
Most days I spend reminiscing...
Everybody has different pieces of themselves.
Some pieces no one understands...