rush
the garden
In this one of many possible worlds, All for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick away The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes The hours tick away - they tick away The magic of a life is a measure of love and respect So hard to earn, so easily burned In the fullness of time A garden to nurture and protect In the rise and the set of the sun 'Til the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the night It is what it is - and forever Each moment a memory in flight The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away - the cells tick away The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve The hours tick away - they tick away The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect The way you live, the gifts that you give In the fullness of time Its the only return that you expect The future disappears into memory With only a moment between Forever dwells in that moment Hope is what remains to be seen