When my Time comes

There were moments of dreams

I was offered to save.

I lived less like a workhorse, 

more like a slave.

I thought that one quick moment 

that was noble or brave

would be worth the most of my life.

So I pointed my fingers

and shouted few quotes I knew,

as if something that's written

should be taken as true.

But every path I had taken

and conclusion I drew

would put truth back under the knife. 

And now the only piece of advice that continues to help

is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else. 

When my time comes,

Oh oh oh oh.

When my time comes...