The clock chimes nine
A plan in motion

Life lived and left
Lost loves lie lit
and illuminated in
The lanterns of memory

The clock chimes ten
A decision decided

Friendship, both fresh and fought for
Forever lasting yet found
only in few and far between
fond places

The clock chimes eleven
An end draws near

Droughts of long done days
Do drift through the distant eyes
Of a dazzled dreamer
Dancing down the path

The clock chimes twelve
A goodbye has come

Time is a temperamental tool that with truth
causes the trussing and tearing of tumultuous hearts
as tears tumble and tempers become taut.

A heart beaten
a soul down
a feeling of breaking
a new town

you've hit the dirt
your hope is fading
your belief in love
is slowly wasting

tired and weak
theres no way out
and around your heart
grows the serpent of doubt

it tightens, constricts
a crushing pressure
your done, your out.

There's no conjecture.

No.

You're not finished.

you never stop
you never end
there is no being
that will make you bend

you're not bitter
you're not broken
you're not finished
you're not frozen

she can bruise
she can cut
she can plunge a knife
in your gut

but she cant end you
your stronger
you will always
go longer

because your unstoppable unbeatable
they'll always remember.
Theres no power on earth.

That will extinguish your ember.