MARK M MARTIN: Over Time

Описание: Song: Over Time

Album: Peace Of Mind

Written & Produced By: MARK M MARTIN

Vocals: MARK M MARTIN

Lead & Rythum Guitars Played By:
MARK M MARTIN

Pianos, Organs & Keyboards:
MARK M MARTIN

Bass: MARK M MARTIN

Drums: MARK M MARTIN

Mixed By: MARK M MARTIN

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Over Time

In the haze of forgotten memories, I find my way back home
A journey through the fragments of my mind, where love and loss are sewn
The threads of time, they weave a tapestry of scars and faded light
Yet, in the silence, I hear the whisper of a gentle, healing night

Like a river flowing to the sea, my heart has learned to let go
The weight of sorrow, it slowly fades, as the tides of time erode
The pain of yesterday, it still lingers, but its grip is loosening its hold
And in the distance, I see a glimmer of a brighter, more radiant gold

In the garden of my soul, a bloom of forgiveness starts to unfold
A petals of compassion, they gently touch the wounds that never grow old
The balm of time, it soothes the hurt, as the wisdom of the years takes hold
And though the scars that remain, they no longer define the story that I'm told

Like a dream that fades with morning light, the ache of longing starts to subside
The ghosts of love and loss, they whisper secrets, as the mystery of time divides
The past and present, they converge, and in the convergence, I find my peace
A sense of calm, it settles over me, like a soft, summer breeze

In the realm of the subconscious, a world of shadows starts to recede
The light of awareness, it illuminates the path, where fears and doubts proceed
The wounds of yesterday, they slowly heal, as the alchemy of time transmutes
The lead of sorrow into gold, and the darkness into a radiant, shimmering light

And so I rise, like a phoenix from the ashes, reborn and renewed
The cycles of time, they turn, and in the turning, I find my truth, my heart, my muse
The journey of a lifetime, it unwinds, like a spool of thread, and in the unwinding, I find my way
To a place of healing, where love and light entwine, and the wounds of time are washed away.