As the time slips away
An hour, a day,
I am happy to move forward
Knowing what I'm going toward
But sometimes as the time goes on
The memories weigh a ton
The good times weigh the most
I want them back, close
I hate the separation of years
From the times I hold most dear
From the moments of hope and pure belief
To the moments too of sweet relief
I cannot know what the hours ahead hold
I pray that my hopes be firm and bold
And that I step out on solid ground
There, always, my Eternal Lover is found.
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