Time is Life,
Where does it go?
Does time finds me, or do I find time?
Who can tell?
Within time my youth goes,
My past become memories.
The years have slip away,
Soon time inside grows,
Before I know
The years have passed by.
My life is a fragment, of time I let go,
My youth is like a game,
I'm winning or I'm loosing.
My maturity paid the prize,
Now my heart yearns,
More times to shame.
Then, I realized,
For more precious ways,
It takes great efforts,
To make another time.
So easy to waste time,
So hard to save life,
We only live once,
So make no bounce.