a crying cat clock, without any luck

im your tear drop waiting to cry
conserved in your heart
and formed in your eye
lived on your cheeks
and on your lips i shall die

all my luck will soon run out
and you'll be gone without a doubt
left to search for some more clues
so i can find somebody new

im a cat searching for some power
my voice lost amongst tall grass
and soon will come my finest hour
a wizards want to show my path
a yellow soul, so i'm not a coward

all my luck will soon run out
and you'll be gone without a doubt
left to search for some more clues
so i can find somebody new

i'm your past held in a clock
time once in my hands
but i no longer tok
hit me again so i can shatter
i cant take another knock

all my luck will soon run out
and you'll be gone with out a doubt
left to search for some new clues
so i can find soembody new

The End

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