It Will Come With Time Lyrics

This cool creative crayon image staring back at me,
these pastel papers mesh mirage of things I wish could be.

Conclude this continuous chaos,
A puzzle of glamorous confusion,
Bit by bit, with spirit and strength,
Column and row of disorientation,

A pool of apologies, anger and hatred swell.
Empty escalation of enamored odium,
An alluring abscess awaiting amplification,
Bent inward a collapsing conundrum,

As sand in glass, it falls from our grasp,
With each passing moment, the next day follows,
Our own existence revolves around it,
The seer inside of our fate so hollow,

Change may seem the only constant,
To go back is an impracticality,
It has shown through day and night,
Only time knows the true reality.

Time will tell.