For All That We Are.

Only time will tell
Of every, every hell,
And all that you'll have to endure.

Time is our keeper
Till death's grim reaper
Drags us into peaceful allure

You can try and you can guess
But in the end you'll confess
That you never really know for sure.

Time is the opposition
And the cause of our condition
And yet it is the only cure.

And for time we must wait,
Though it seems, always late,
For the things that inspire us to be pure.