That little mountain raises (silently) 
while other dissolve into a plain 
time redefines itself (irrationally) 
falls in sadness grain by grain... 

"Time heals all the wounds" 
The two-tongued echo seems to say 
but nothing, nothing changes 
still pain remains, won t pass away. 

I went weak, as I grew old 
time itself has made me slow 
as I close my h in darkness 
a thous seasons come go... 

Mighty enought to cover all 
also cruel enough to reveal 
but the wounds scars I carry 
neither force nor kiss can heal... 

No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing 
spitefully turns away laughts 
leaves you half-broken defiance 
is only added another scar... 

Call it "blind" how I am writhing 
counting hours, centuries 
the pain it grows glows in tides 
unable to vanish, unwilling to cease... 

No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing 
pushes till we re diping into different flesh 
time heals nothing, nothing, nothing 
just a polarity of inner flames... 

Time s finger claw, I m losing hold 
there is no hope for me on earth 
Time either still or maybe rushing 
in any case it will turn out worse... 

Time is fleeting, Time sts still 
it stops for no-one, we re trapped within 
thought I may dream of the Light 
I am falling back into the left-h side... 

How I wish that I was dead 
rest in final peace 
but even the Luxury of Death 
can t cure the wounds Time cannot heal...