So often that time is hard,

And leaves no place to stay

What rest does it give

For those whose lives take crooked roads?

 What respites does it give

To those whose hearts it has broken?

Time is not kind

It does not care the damage it inflicts.

Time can be both an enemy,

Or it can be a friend.

More often than not it is neither.

For time does not care

For hearts that are tender

Or tears of fear or joy

It cares only that it moves forward

To the future that it must unfold.