More Time

Time is a fleeting commodity, we don't have as long as we think we have to enjoy ourselves

Every sixty seconds spent waiting,

On the reality to obtain promises,

Could be a minute of your inheritance gone?

Never to come back and take chances.

More time may elapse after still waiting,

And you may grow faint and weary,

But preserved confidence in expecting,

Fulfillment of promise to make you happy.

Keep waiting to inherit the promises,

Time is what the lives patience implied,

If we believe, faith preserves appearances,

To see the glory for which others have died.

Sitting awake in the dark still waiting,

On more time to be whom we claim to be,

The solitude of memory is everything,

In the secret times that belongs to destiny.

On a trail where time is a mystery down here,

As if watching the future with glimpse of myself,

The waiting goes on around the next corner,

And always looking for enterprise of more wealth.