time

"there's a time to forget
and a time to destroy
and a time to burn
and a time to weep
and a time for drunken forgetfulness
and a time for hurried callousness
and a time for unforgiveness
and a time for lost love
and a time for backstabbing and hatred
and a time for insensitive rubbish.

but there's no time for me.
why are the poor dead at your feet?
it isn't too late to remember your name
it lies at the tip of your tounge
if you close your eyes and think of me, you'll remember
and you'll never be the same
drunken ones, my lost ones, it's time."