Time
Ben Eales
Time
Sometimes I just sit and think about the time left
What do I truly have
What am I truly worth
Time
Am I really making good use of mine
Or am I destined to just waste away
Is that fate
Time
What do I make of you
A cruel suitor in the wind
A candle in the darkness
But the darkness holds no air
And I choose between the light and being able to breathe
Is that what's left for me