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TIME
Who does the mending, of our broken hearts
Who does the healing, of our broken dreams
Is their someone, we can pay and call
Is it a magician, we can consult and see
Who does the closing, of hopes that are shattered
Who does the wiping, of tears that falls
Where do we go, when despair would sip
Who do we turn to, when we're about to slipped
Is it our mind, that we carry in our heads
Is it our hearts, that we keep in our bosom
Is it our Gods, that has answers to all problems
Or is it TIME... that heals all wounds
Very beautifully written. I wonder
sometimes myself. This too shall
pass.
h/v