There will be no time to right the wrongs
When the last song has been sung
No time for you to make amends
When the final bell has rung
No time to sum up your regrets
To heal the wounds and pain
Suffered by the ones we love
Who could not bear the strain
No time to take back careless words
That cut a tender heart
For in the end, it comes so fast
A moment from the start
Time is just a measure
And life is but a trace
Of all the pain and pleasure
Like lines upon your face
And in the end, our epitaph
Written when our race is run
Is washed away like so much sand
When all is said and done
cn 7242011
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