She held fast onto time
for it was slipping away
in her mind was her home
as bright as the day
She had one last thought
Bout' the city that housed her
The clock struck 12-
And her time was over.
for it was slipping away
in her mind was her home
as bright as the day
She had one last thought
Bout' the city that housed her
The clock struck 12-
And her time was over.
Holding onto time... get it?
The city looks blurry because its just her memory.
Art of a poem I made to relax a bit.
Feel free to move it.
The city looks blurry because its just her memory.
Art of a poem I made to relax a bit.
Feel free to move it.