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Time
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 8/4/2002
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'Time is of the essence'
'Only time will tell'
When it comes to doin' time
Time is kept by hell
Only now, I understand
Realize, just how much
Entrapped within these concrete walls
I dream of but your touch
Descending shadows whisper to me
Freedom calls my name
It speaks of how I spurned it's gift
How, I alone, am to blame
The train that comes and goes at will
A taunting owl's hoot
The wind that carries upon it's breath
A distant brother's scoot
Steel that once bore me wings
Have now become my home
What I would give to change my fate
These cold gray bars to chrome
Time draws near…One last walk
How cruel fate can be
For only now with moments left
Time shall set me free
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