While living in Panama I’ve learned the thing most easily stolen, is time. It is stolen everyday without regret or apology. The thing is, time is so short, and when you are trying to heal old wounds, you realize you need every moment. Every moment counts in trying to understand and reconcile why relationships did or did not exist. This place has stolen the last connection to my existence. They have stolen it from me and my mother. They didn’t even blink an eye.
Stolen Time
What you took from me can not be replaced
Your empty hearts
Are a true disgrace
To humanity
Living here, is pure insanity
You don’t want me here
But you wont let me go
To Her
You’ve bound my hands
And tied my feet
I can’t move forward
I can’t retreat
I have what you want
But you wont take it
From me
Cant you see
This time is precious
The time you’ve stolen
Was my time to connect
It was the time I didn’t get
To heal and to mend
Wounds so deep
Now you’ve stolen time and stolen my sleep
You are heartless and cruel and living your lies
It wont matter then, when one of us dies
You will go on living
In your web of deceit
Learning nothing
But how to repeat
Your crime
By stealing more time
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