Visions
Time Moves On
Time moves on, rushing by,
and friends are left behind,
the long years draw nigh,
the good, it seems, go first,
leaving naught but the echo of a sigh!
Ah yes, the days that were
in the sunshine of youth,
so bright with promises,
fulfilled or unfulfilled,
The loved ones we left behind,
the happy scenes now gone,
like a shifting, misty dream
or snow upon the desert's face!
And yet, beyond the drear wall of death,
the glorious hope of Heaven
where once again we shall feel
the embrace of a loved one
and the sound of a voice now still!
and friends are left behind,
the long years draw nigh,
the good, it seems, go first,
leaving naught but the echo of a sigh!
Ah yes, the days that were
in the sunshine of youth,
so bright with promises,
fulfilled or unfulfilled,
The loved ones we left behind,
the happy scenes now gone,
like a shifting, misty dream
or snow upon the desert's face!
And yet, beyond the drear wall of death,
the glorious hope of Heaven
where once again we shall feel
the embrace of a loved one
and the sound of a voice now still!
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Time Moves On
Time Moves On
