Runing Out Of Time
Oh in yonder's silent city,
Where endless life,
And merriment bloom.
Where angles sing sporadically,
A sweet and suttle tune.
Are the ones we once loved,
Whom aimlessly wonder no more.
As they found peace,
When they walked through heavens door.
And all though we may not hear,
Their whispers through the stars.
The love they once gave,
Is decorously welded in our hearts.
So in ending this,If I may,
Cherish the time that you have.
For tomorrow may never come,
Cherish not,You may wish you had.