Post by toweringniceguy on Sept 2, 2006 11:47:00 GMT 10
SomeWhere in Time
Somewhere In Time
Has a meaning
and a place
in what we are to become.
The sound of a laugh
passing through this life
touched by our passing fingers
is yet to be remembered
in the sound of our laughter as we pass.
It will be our sight
as we touch our dreams,
when the time
is right,
in the passing of our eyes,
which will be the memory
we once sought to lose.
It will be the sound
of our long forgotten
passage
through our time
which may awaken the meaning
we could no longer endure,
so left buried beneath
the sand
of a passing time.
All things are our beginning
in a new moment,
a new future,
a different past.
The present unfolds
in the silent
whisper
of what we are to become
should we open our eyes
and see our passage in this world.
For that which we touch
in our passing
becomes
a part of our memory,
waiting to return
when the time is fulfilled,
and we are in need
and remember,
somewhere in Time.
Somewhere In Time
Has a meaning
and a place
in what we are to become.
The sound of a laugh
passing through this life
touched by our passing fingers
is yet to be remembered
in the sound of our laughter as we pass.
It will be our sight
as we touch our dreams,
when the time
is right,
in the passing of our eyes,
which will be the memory
we once sought to lose.
It will be the sound
of our long forgotten
passage
through our time
which may awaken the meaning
we could no longer endure,
so left buried beneath
the sand
of a passing time.
All things are our beginning
in a new moment,
a new future,
a different past.
The present unfolds
in the silent
whisper
of what we are to become
should we open our eyes
and see our passage in this world.
For that which we touch
in our passing
becomes
a part of our memory,
waiting to return
when the time is fulfilled,
and we are in need
and remember,
somewhere in Time.
Chand meri zameen phool mera watan
