I found an old hour sleeping in the cabinet
Tucked beneath the once cherish frame
A fragment of a smile we wore
Before the passig of time redefined the line
We used to be a family of one
Where the day seem short and we long to see the night break
The tickling of clock was our only fear
Afraid it may steal the peace before its sunrise
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We wished the season wouldn't pass
But time is quiet when it robs a room
It doesn't smash a glass or breaks the door
It simply trades the color and leave a dust we haven't seen before
Yet in the quiet space of a mind
The room still holds memories of the past
We keep the rusted years behind
But holds the blueprint of the joy and pain