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...

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