Let me measure the speed of sound,
versus the time i spent unbound.
It's something that isn't healed,
But rather something that's left.
Let me measure the time it took,
To read the unread chapters of this book.
I'll read the bound pages cover to cover,
I rather read a book that's written forever.
Let me measure the times I've cried,
Even that time I felt like I died.
Perhaps it's the hurt that I feel,
Or a nightmare that was really real.
Let me measure the beginning and end,
That our hearts finally get to mend.
We'll reap what we sow, you'll know,
I'll measure the whole entire show.