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TIME,TIME,AND TIME,
PASSES ME BY,
YET ALL THINGS STAY THE SAME.
THE PAINTINGS ON THE WALLS.
THE CHAUFFEUR WAITING IN THE HALL.
THE NEWS AT TEN.
MY DOGS, BILL AND BEN.
THE YEARS GO BY.
I HAVE MY LOWS,
THEN MY HIGHS.
BUT WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT?.
MEANINGLESS,
MEANINGLESS,
CRY'S THE WIND,AS IT WHISTLES AROUND THE EARTH.
I LOOK AT MY CLOCK,
MY COATS AND MY SAFE.
THEN IN THE MIRROR I SEE.
VANITY GREED SELFCENTERED NEEDS,
LUST PREVISION AND PAIN.
AND A VOICE IN MY HEAD WHISPERS ‘YOU WILL SOON BE DEAD’
AND I KNOW THAT I TOOK THE WRONG ROUTE .
“OH GOD IF YOU THERE”
I CRY OUT IN DESPAIR
FORGIVE ME FOR CHASING MY VAIN DREAMS
FOR HITTING MY WIFE,
NEGATING MY KIDS,
THE WICKEDNESS THAT HAS SPILT FROM MY LIPS,
FOR THE LIES AND DECEIT AND THE MONEY I’VE REAPED,
FROM EXPLOITING THE WEAK IN THIS LAND.

WITH MY HAND ON MY HART,
AND MY KNEES ON THE GROUND,
IF YOUR REAL TURN MY LIFE AROUND,
WITH TEARS ON MY FACE AND MY HANDS IN THE AIR.
I FELT HIM COME INTO MY SOUL.
AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN, VANISHED AS I BURIED MY FACE IN THE GROUND.
MY HART NOW NEW AND MY EARS OPEN FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.
I HEARD THE WIND.
MEANINGLESS IT SANG
EVERYTHING MEANINGLESS .