The Tide of Time

Remember,

This is a truth defined, 
All happens in its own true time.
When you wish for things to mend,
They might just slip from your hand.

When all seems lost and out of reach,
Things will recover, peace will preach.
When morning fog obscures the way, 
A clear new path begins to play.

Sometimes hope will sharply break,
Then a new ray of hope will wake.
When a heavy rain just pours and pours, 
A rainbow stretches to distant shores.

Sometimes your heart will shatter wide,
Then it will mend itself inside.
When a melody seems out of tune, 
A sweeter harmony comes soon.

But time will play its destined game,
Always asserting its own claim.
Trust the flow, let worries cease, 
For time unfolds your destined peace.