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Children of Time

Words © by Chris Dickenson
Music © by Larry Warner

Standing in our meadow, I watch the sunís descent.
The shifting leaves above me sing a bittersweet lament.
Tomorrow when the sun resumes your grave will not exist.
I wonít be here to greet the day and watch the fading mist.

There always was a wrongness beneath these sunny skies.
There really was no choice to make, no second history ties.
For you to live in any realm, a place for love to grow.
A younger self to have the time and chance to let you know.

My time is over, there is nothing left for me.
Tomorrow your grave will be just a memory.
The choice that I made for you was not a choice for me.
A correction of a time line so your spirit could be free.
Your Prophets, they are smiling--they knew it all along.
And now you will continue in the realm where you belong.

There was no time to tell you, I never could explain.
Like the me of long ago, my feelings are the same.
Struck breathless by your beauty now, so new and so alive.
I had to give us both a chance for love to grow and thrive.

My time is over, there is nothing left for me.
Tomorrow your grave will be just a memory.
The choice that I made for you was not a choice for me.
A correction of a time line so your spirit could be free.....