Your Time

You leave the past like a crying child
There’s no-one’s hand and the sky… is wild
The city dreams of 15 minute fame
The horror of the lonely when you’re real…
and they’re playing a game
And when you reveal it’s the things they steal
When you reveal… it’s the things they steal

But this is your time

The lovers come, then they go
The more you learn the less you know
And you’re learning to hurt, learning to cry
What is freedom?
There are wings in your eyes

Because this is your time

The skies will open, the rivers rage
The questions burn as you turn the page
The rain… the pouring rain
Every drop, a memory

You leave the past like a crying child
There’s no one’s hand and the sky… is wild
Free… Free
You will be.