He turns his feet in endless dance
Thumping and pounding as if in a trance
He knows no ending nor beginning as well
He is more powerful than Heaven or Hell
He stops for no man, marching on through the night
He is longer than the world, yet he has no height
His steps are confident, steady and clean
No mistakes he will make, For he is a machine
Every movement he makes, cities crumble and fall
With the life that he leads, he will surely **** all
But as he goes on, such joy does he bring
Life changes around him, summer fall winter spring
Never does he falter, on rhythm he thrives
No judgement he brings, yet he measures our lives
Always he's calm, there's no need for luck
his hands reach for the sky and twelve has been struck
As his dance carries on no pain nor sorrow
Can stop old man time from bringing tomorrow
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
He turns his feet in endless dance
Thumping and pounding as if in a trance
He knows no ending nor beginning as well
He is more powerful than Heaven or Hell
He stops for no man, marching on through the night
He is longer than the world, yet he has no height
His steps are confident, steady and clean
No mistakes he will make, For he is a machine
Every movement he makes, cities crumble and fall
With the life that he leads, he will surely **** all
But as he goes on, such joy does he bring
Life changes around him, summer fall winter spring
Never does he falter, on rhythm he thrives
No judgement he brings, yet he measures our lives
Always he's calm, there's no need for luck
his hands reach for the sky and twelve has been struck
As his dance carries on no pain nor sorrow
Can stop old man time from bringing tomorrow