COUNTS...

Days gone, days to come

As we are at the clock
Ticking it's way
To make, making it count
As we count our days
Counting our feets
Our days are gone

Into the woods
We see no green
A stiller town, to another town
Solace, a quiet town
Counting our time
Yet our days arw gone

The stiller town, a solace town
A two way road, the tiled, rough
Each way are seen
The rough is sin, as tiled is pure
Yet counting our time
New days to come

- OneMellowHijabi