

Prompt / Lyrics
In twelve more hours, the hands will look the same Days, hours, meanings change pace July's dawn, crooked fate Last year's priorities fade into ambiguity Wash away deserted tracks We still have what we had The strongest I know bears a heavy load Long, cruel episodes of fighting clever shadows In twelve hours, time appears unchanged, yet brings with it new light Another day for love Precious time.
Tags
Reggae with acoustic instruments, blues, soul
1:18
No
2/4/2026