Like a ocean wave,
Time has washed away all the desire.
Like a pouring cloud,
time has emptied feelings abound.
I thought it was forever,
the sweet November and December.
I guess I was wrong,
I guess I knew all along, all along.
The dream has finally broken,
To the morning light shone.
I didn't even realize,
the slipping hand's silent goodbyes.
There's new battle,
behind every door handle.
All I can think is,
your missing back at my back,
There's no way to turn back,
From here on,
it's only forward.
Lost in the mantle of fight,
I'm sure I'm gonna come out alright.
It's new start, to the part that I have to fight.
The time ticks along
the cyclic clock round.
Oh its a fresh start,
To the morning bright.
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