Time topples mountains,
                                             Time runs dry a stream,
                                             Time destroys a species and
                                             Time destroys your dreams.
                                             Time will wither flowers, and
                                             Time will fell the trees,
                                             Time will pass unchallenged
                                             And bring people to their knees.
                                             But...
                                             If you treat it with compassion
                                             And add a little love,
                                             Time becomes the healing salve
                                             On wings of fallen doves.
                                             Time can bring salvation,
                                             Or send us to our doom;
                                             Where it withered flowers once,
                                             Time causes more to bloom.
                                             Mankind, it seems, is at a cross:
                                             Are we headed towards Heaven or Hell?
                                             Only the Lord above could know,
                                             But only Time will tell.