Time Is Running Out
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Shalom Freedman
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TIME IS RUNNING OUT
The uncertainty of life
And my forced silence
Question my dreams
And make me seem to myself
A master of self- deception and idleness-
Time is running out
And I am falling behind any hope
Of ever really being anything-
And as I write this
I write another song of complaint
Instead of finding the way surely
To be what apparently
I do not have the ability or talent to be-
The great one who makes my father's name greater
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