The Garden

In this world of many possible worlds
All for the best
Or some bizzare test
It is what it is
And whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies 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 measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn so easily burned
The measure 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 of memory in flight

The arrow flies while you breathe
The hours tick away
The cells take away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away, they tick away

The measure 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
(It's a measure of a life)
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
Is 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
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen

In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect

In the fullness of time
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In the fullness of time
In the fullness of time