turn back the clock

i sit alone and read myself like a book
i think of the time when i was a child
and how things have changed
emptiness love and pain
i'm all grown up
but i keep trying hard to
turn back the clock
to the time that it was
when our dreams were fulfilled
in the smallest of things
and now we roam
end to end coast to coast
in search of deeper meaning
that will help us with the healing
i hear the hands tick away in the night
and think of the times when things were right
and how things have changed
remaining the same
i've shed my fears
now i wish you were here to
turn back the clock
to the time that it was
when our dreams were fulfilled
in the smallest of things
and now we roam
end to end

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