Time

It is said that time heals all wounds
That days and months cure the worst of cuts
Yet somethings I feel shouldn't die
Still there are things I know I want to feel

There are moments of heartache that weigh too much
There are sorrows beyond our strength to bear
These fears and griefs shouldn't be remembered
These terrors and pains are best forgot

Sadly sometimes memories of great joy and love are lost
Forgotten are the feelings that came from the experience
Faded like the mists of the morning, hardly even a memory
Shadows of the memories that once were and never again will be
Never again will be

What is this cure of both good and evil?
What can fix the bad and end the good?
Time is the medicine to cure all
Time is the weapon of choice

If you want something to die and be forgot
If you never want to see it and leave it lost
Then give it none of your time and thought
Don't spend a second of your life or mind with it

If you want something to live and prosper
If you want it to grow and be strong
Time is needed to keep things going
Time is needed to keep things fresh

For both good and evil time is used
A tool for both joy and sorrow
It can push those we love further from us

It can bring those we love closer to us