I've been made...
to believe that time heals
so I got myself on the life support
Hoping to tend my hurt no more
Yet the more I lean,the more I learn,

Time heals,
The song hypocrites sing,
The rhyme the ignorant chant,
Even a philosophy of the innocent,
Till a God is made of an abstract healer,

Time heals,
yet people seek pleasure in the noose yonder,
Dangling wickedly and ready to choke,
Yet sores get open again,
And the bale afore become fresh again,

Time heals,
I hope it doctors the wounds of those who still believe,
Till this gushing memories go into oblivion,
Till these heart pieces are mended,
I will only watch from my chronograph piece,


© @Rh