From the Drowning:Seeds are planted, yet flowers still die.Clocks always ticking, yet we cant find the time.The kids always growing, the years flying by.Your sons getting married, and youre fixing his tie.Tomorrows are blurry, yet the past always clear.You start breathing heavy, and your end may be near.Thinking back through, remembering life,And all of your chances to make her your wife.Our time spent alive will never slow ...