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"Changing Times of Constant Sorrow", by Ryan D. Mack
Copyright © 2001
-For Kim
When seconds tick, the endless hours pass. A man sees changing times engulfed with wars, hate, and crimes. Living only on time borrowed... a deadly bind, never kind. False fortunes to seek and wealth to follow. Always times of constant sorrow.
The seconds tick, what reminders of the past? A poor man wants changing times filled with more than quarters, nikels, and dimes. Living life with money borrowed... always blind, never to find... fortunes to seek and wealth to follow, but many times filled with constant sorrow.
A second ticks, a day of endless tension. Unbroken hearts flow with song, dance, and ryhme. All the while we really deal with the changing times. Life still lived on time borrowed... finding peace of mind, reassurances through a step back in time. All the world's fortunes to seek and wealth to follow, no times of constant sorrow.
Some seconds tick, tender ones drown. In a life of changing times, a person's heart finds, with nothing to hide, love is what they really ought to have followed... but now, avoiding the fall, the call... they are just trying to find fortunes to seek, wealth to follow, and times without the constant sorrow.
Do seconds tick, when time stands still? A man can see there's no time to kill, in these changing times... even though we hear ourselves killin' time... from our history's chimes. Living sometimes, dying always... flying and diving with only some fortunes to seek and wealth to follow in these times of constant sorrow.
While seconds tick, secrets of life get discovered. Does anyone really see the new changing times uncovered? Can I get back to living the life you'd given me, not just surviving on love nonexistent tomorrow? Suffering a heartache with no more at stake... only false fortunes to seek and wealth to follow. Dealing with time, times of constant sorrow.
Having seconds tick, the days go on and on. Men see their futures unfurl and the changing times whirl. Living day to day, on and on, having hard times turn worse when the good fade. Always alone, a rather black and sad tone... having no more fortunes to seek and wealth to follow, only time in constant sorrow.
Painful seconds tick, right here, right now. A hollow heart feels the continuing struggle, for these changing times. I can't love with such a broken heart. Not feeling lonesome in love from the start, having my life endlessly falling apart... are there fortunes to seek and wealth to follow, even in times of constant sorrow?
Seconds tick, a life continues. Although sick... you see a shattered and tattered body with a humbled soul. We all travel through changing times. Sometimes barely living... living within a crowd in empty rooms. Sometimes scarcely surviving, hardly continuing... while looking for fortunes to seek and wealth to follow. I am a broken heart dealing with changing times of constant sorrow...
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