Too Much to Lose
Too much to lose,
Too little time,
We walk along this winding road
and watch our lives pass us by,
The tears stream down our faces
and the truth becomes a lie,
The hand of the clock turns to twelve
as our lives pass us by,
As we cry these tears
we unlock all of our fears,
We can't see our futures
but we remember our pasts,
How long could we possibly last?
Death is a never forgotten image
and life is a mere gilmpse;
a mere glimpse
as our lives pass us by,
We need to make changes
and we need to take risks,
Instead of letting our lives pass us by.
Tamara A. Leach
Copyright©2001 Tamara Leach