The pendulum is swinging
The chimes are softly marking time
It is time being greeted
At the same time it is bid adieu
It keeps on moving forward
Small deadly measures of silence
Small deadly measures of silence
Miniscule cuts upon our skin
The pain is silent until too late
We now bleed as our life drains
Time is taking its coveted prize
Our minds know the incredible value
Yet our hearts sometimes are not as aware
Time robs us quickly and efficiently
Tic toc tic toc-There it goes silently
As we weep at the lost sands
As we weep at the lost sands
Slipping from in between our fingers
Time passes us by-Tic toc tic toc
There is no end of day-just the death of us
There is no end of day-just the death of us
The pendulum keeps swinging
As the chimes softly keep marking time
© 2010 2 august/cb
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