Wars are fought and people are lost.
Babies are born and grandmas die.
But this means nothing to someone who had nothing.
The world moves on, leaving us behind.
Time stands still as we watch it go.
The second hand flies, the minute hand close behind.
Hours tick by, days are gone in a blur.
Time never stops, just leaves us behind.
No one sees us, we keep to the shadows.
They walk past, not a care in the world.
At their hand, we are frozen in reality.
Tomorrow will come, but we will not know.
We remain on our own, without someone to hold,
living out our sentence, trapped in the clock of eternity.