Hours

Hours, a time to feel real
A moving sea which flows within my eyes
Hours, a stare inside of me
Holding dear like a distant memory

Faceless in the daylight and the night
Climbing far and near
Faces disappear

Hours would return in photographs
Of many years the time that had passed
Hours, the moments made believed
Thrown inside a caged menagerie

Hours, a time to feel real
A moving sea which flows within my eyes
Hours, a shout within the wind
Bring me back the secret lives we live