I think it's time

I dream of the times when we were young and we were dumb
fooling around in the world without a care for a soul
doing the things we like and chasing the dreams we had
making a pact to see our act till the end of the time we had

those days are long gone in the physical sense
what would it take to relive those moments we so treasured
when we were sure the girl we like would stay forever
and the games we played will last till time ends

who would have known that there is no such fairytale
and the fairest thing that happened was our very own birth
from then on it was a battle with time and tide
to see if man or her will triumph in the end

who can fight the inevitable and the only obstacle
when we have yet to grasp the concept of eternity so dear
so we toil day and night under the punishment of the clock
to keep in sync with our earthly bodies even as it melts away

throw caution to the wind
fight for all that you have
deep within your soul you know
you've got only one life to live

take the risk you needed to
for the next day may see the end of you
rotting in melancholy is the way to go
into the deep abyss of eternal doom

the fun the sun the time we had
it has come to a premature end
it will only live on in the minds of our youth
destined to die a lonesome death

time is a harsh master
only the harsh masters time.