Stealing Time

Thepicture on the nightstand

Remindsme how it used to be

Beforefate came calling

Andsilently took you from me.

Thoselast days were precious,

Thoughhard to get through.

Itreasured each moment

ThatI spent with you

 

Stealingtime…

          Hope for tomorrow.

Stealingtime…

          Live for today.

Inmy mind I block out the sorrow.

Tosavor the days we have left is like

Stealingtime.

 

Timeis a treasure,

Ameasure of the love that we earn,

Andmemory the jewels to be found

Inthe lessons we learn.

Butkeepsakes don’t matter

Whenrules start to bend.

Andall that’s worth keeping are

Thedays that we spend

 

Stealingtime…

          Hope for tomorrow.

Stealingtime…

          Live for today.

Inmy mind I block out the sorrow.

Tosavor the days we have left is like

Stealingtime.