Time can turn a clock
And time can spin a wheel
Time can change a lot of things
But time won't always heal
Things will start to bend
Things will start to break
Metals start to rust
And paint begins to fade
Wars will come and go
Words will lose their place
Wounds will turn to scars
And beauty lose its face
Time will turn a clock
Time will spin a wheel
Time will change a lot of things
But sometimes it can't heal
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The String
PoetryThe strings that lead me back when I floated away. This will be a collection of my poems and any relatively short stories I come up with.