Time will shift again,
its hands moving like whispers on the wind,
and people will remain chained to their desires,
morality a forgotten echo,
lost in the noise of greed.

Selfishness wears a crown,
unspoken, yet loud in its silence.
Trust, a fragile bird,
fluttering away with the breeze,
while hardship comes like a storm
but even storms pass,
leaving the sky clearer,
leaving love to rise again like the sun.

We speak of perfection,
but what is it but the illusion of time,
the fleeting shadow of a moment?
What is the difference,
between money and eternity?
Nothing can buy the seconds that slip away,
and wealth will never calm the restless heart
seeking peace.

Miracles may stir the earth,
reshaping all that we know,
but the Lord is for those who walk in truth,
not those who cloak themselves in lies.
For the end,
only truth will stand like a mountain,
and only love, trust
pure and unbroken,
will endure
the only treasure
that time cannot steal.