This day is the day that we rise or we fall. This night is night that we win or lose all. This time is the time that we wait for awhile. This year is the year that we wait with a smile.
Time has told me. You're a rare, rare find. A troubled cure. For a troubled mind. . And time has told me. Not to ask for more. For someday our ocean. Will find its shore.
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies. Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave. In search of a master in search of a slave.