Time is a past lives teller
Time can your plans erase
Time’s a dirty word with four letters
Time can both heal and disgrace
Time is a gift and a blessing
Time can dismantle and curse
Time is the chance for a new beginning
Time could make it all worse
Time isn’t rich
Time isn’t poor
You can’t buy it back, you can’t give it away,
You’ve only got what you’ve got; there will be no more
Time as a child was forever
Now that I’m old, it’s running out
