Time the Healer

Life's too fast to see the past, but it calls to you at night
It drips into your darkened thoughts and drenches them in light.
The ghosts of those whose souls were sold, throughout your troubled days
Unfold beneath the sky of dreams, and set themselves ablaze.

Enchanted by their fire, in a warmth of pain and lies
The wind will never cease to cry, the sun will never rise.
The smoke of hope will fill your lungs, the poisoned air of death
Forever will forsaken love be tasted on your breath.

Life's too slow to feel the flow, but the ebb of swaying tides
Are ages Time the Healer sails, and waves on which he rides.
As morning packs away the black, and dyes the darkness blue
All will be forgotten, as you start your life anew.