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The Hands Of Time Are All Of Our To Bear

The hands of time are all of our to bear
It going to squeeze out whatever's in you
and the eyes of mercy won't care
Sleepless eyes and well worn hands signs
Sleep is heaven to a restless mind
All strangers do is stare
We all go down and come up through the grind
How can we survive the powerful eyes of the enemy,
He plants the concrete
In my heart I plant a flower and a tree
and send him the receipt
God controls my time
Living life here has become a crime
Reality hands aren't fair.
The hands of time are all of our to bear

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Robert Anthony James


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