Lletres: Lost In The Trees. Time, It Will Not Erase Me.

i'm growing old

and these goodbyes are breaking my heart

before i start

to forget it all

time erased me.



and i'll rest my head

like the moon falls through the trees

and it comforts me,

tells me not to be scared.



and time,

it will not erase me.

for what is time?

it's just passing by.

and we all are born and we fall apart

in endings and starts.