Hollow is your hidden past
I’m forgetting secrets – they never last.
For time is ticking – we’re standing still
The hour glass tipping –the sands slowly spill
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In the day light hour – evading the night
We still seek power – to walk in sight
Of the goals we had set – in a far away life
To carry our worlds – within human light

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