The clock hands move, they never pause, Each second slipping through the jaws. Of days that fade, of dreams that flee, Like shadows cast across the sea. A lover’s glance, a child’s first word, A melody we once had heard. Now echoes faint, a distant chime, These moments lost in time. Moments lost in time, Like whispers on a fading line. They drift away, they don’t align, Oh, moments lost in time. A photograph, a weathered page, Memories caught in their golden cage. But some escape, dissolve, unwind, Like smoke that vanishes with the wind. The years roll on, they steal, they take, Leaving ripples in their wake. And though we try, we cannot bind, These moments lost in time. Moments lost in time, Like whispers on a fading line. They drift away, they don’t align, Oh, moments lost in time. So I’ll cherish every fleeting scene, The in-between of what has been. For though they fade, they leave their shine, These moments lost in time.