Its morning the sun is coming up tick-tock time for me to wake up.
Father time doesn’t wait for no one he’s always on the move.
Tick-tock every second, minute, and hour counts; time waits for no one to catch up.
So, much pressure to figure things out, I’d wish time wasn’t so precious.
Help me then Father Time to forget.
Forget the scars of my life because, with time my scars haunt me inside instead.
But, Father Time magic doesn't work like that.
All he can do is give you is time to heal your pain, and figure things out.
Now I have a chose what to do with my time that counts.