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Watchman what about the night?Poet where is your pen? 

Shall I write of you? 

Should I tell the truth?

Is your truth known?

Watchman what about the night? 

Are you ready?

Is the terror gone?

Are we there yet? 

Have we reached his presence?

When will they let us alone to serve in the presence of our God

With a pure heart and a true spirit?

When will they let us alone?

When will they stop to twist the truth?

When will they stop the lies

Watchman what time is it?

Tell them to leave us alone

We’re children of the most high

We cannot change our stripes

Watchman what about the night?

Is terror gone yet?

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There’s never enough time
Time to be grateful
Time to say thank you
Or time to be appreciative

Perhaps it’s time to say sorry
Sorry I never took time to appreciate what I got
Time to say; sorry I forgot to meditate in the moment
Sorry I should have been thankful

There’s never enough time because time flies by
Or is it us who fly by?
Chasing after time, when time is right behind us

Looking back in time is always melancholic
There’s no room for us there anymore
And the future seems somewhat of a mysterious creature
Never showing it’s face in time to keep our fears at bay

But I’m grateful I’ve got this moment in time
To appreciate and say thank you.



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