Etched In Time

Etched in glass, a reflection of meaning from the past. Chiseled in stone, words we should have shown. Carved in time, the love we leave behind. Painted by hand, a piece of heart stands. Words written in pen, do they cut or do they mend.Spoke out loud, are they humble or are they proud. Do they comfort or do they cloud. Are they kind.. the words we leave behind. Would we find, it would be okay to hit replay. Because what we say, might echo again someday. What impression have we made. Is it joy or is it sorrow, for the days of tomorrow. Can little ones follow? Whats left... Etched in glass, chiseled in stone, Carved in time, Painted by hand, Written in pen, And spoke out loud.