Post by Wallflower on Mar 4, 2005 15:49:53 GMT -5
There is no say in what holds the power;
And time goes on, thus passing by the hour.
Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes just go on;
And as theyre passing by, they bring us closer to the early dawn.
The stars hanging in the sky, sing as they begin to fade;
Keeping true a promise which with the day was made.
The nightime is to vanish, as the day shal come;
And they all go on dancing to the beating drum.
All day the sun will brightly burn;
Never to forget us, a favor we do not return.
Us as people, have this world so full;
And never once do we think, she is why we're beautiful.
Soon goes down the day, completey out of sight;
And then without warning, she slowly turns to night.
And time goes on, thus passing by the hour.
Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes just go on;
And as theyre passing by, they bring us closer to the early dawn.
The stars hanging in the sky, sing as they begin to fade;
Keeping true a promise which with the day was made.
The nightime is to vanish, as the day shal come;
And they all go on dancing to the beating drum.
All day the sun will brightly burn;
Never to forget us, a favor we do not return.
Us as people, have this world so full;
And never once do we think, she is why we're beautiful.
Soon goes down the day, completey out of sight;
And then without warning, she slowly turns to night.