IT'S TIME . . . . . .

It's time that we made love again like the old days,
give in return because life works in devious ways,
we need some quality time whatever that may be,
re-create, bring back the magic and our mystery.

At the beginning of our time, wasn't it so great,
things eased up as we were swept up by fate,
how was it for you - did you manage to 'last 'or part,
it was coming, nothing to stop solar eclipse of the heart.

Every time we say goodbye, I cry a little, until next time,
we don't need obstacles, give ourselves mountains to climb;
they say time is a thief - it stole things that we wanted to do,
it could have been different, it was a never ending queue.

It's time to reappraise your lifestyle, give yourself a lift,
get to grips with the fact that you've been given God's gift.