Let Time be as Is

Let Time be as is;

Allow no room for senseless scorn.

Her velvet robes cover a kiss,

That loves the same despite being torn.

Allow no room for senseless scorn,

She’s not to blame that we must leave.

Her love’s still there, despite being torn;

And still, we take from her like thieves.

It’s not Her fault that we must leave;

Her curse is that she’ll always stay.

We do naught but steal from her, like thieves,

And demand for things to go our way.

But she won’t leave, she’ll always stay,

And guide us though our thick and thin.

We blame her when we don’t get a say;

We toss her way our hearts of tin.

She guides us through our thick and thin;

And cleans our souls of rot and moss.

Still, we throw at her our hearts of tin,

Despite the road that we now cross

With warmth she cleans our rot, our moss,

Her velvet cloths hide her kiss.

Despite the road that we may cross;

Fear not, you let Time be as is.