Recaptured The Time

She can’t never recaptured the time

That has been slipped out of her hand

And she won’t pretend that it is fine

Because she is struggling with the quicksand

Nothing she can do but keep moving

Move, move, move

No time to look back

Though it’s heavy and sad

And it’s hard to breathe

She keeps going on

Running with the high speed feet

In hope she will make it in time

Then there’ll be no another regret