Time

by Richard Reed

11/10/1995

Time is the killer, time is for pain, Time is feeling alone in the cold dark rain.

I wish I could spend sometime in love, time in the wings of a snow white dove.

But my time is spent in worry and fear, what will I do with no one near.

I must be strong and not be afraid, although my dues have always been paid.

Time is the enemy, unstoppable and true, I wish it would stop me from feeling so blue.