To think of peace that came to the meek
the man glanced at his clock watching for a tick tock
yet the clock lay broken
shattered to bits
To dream of the deceased
dripping with hoping
o damn those hours that seem too long
the woman cries when her baby falls
to be born. to be sworn as once
a live soul
the man holds his wife in that sick night
only god can heal when your answer falls on a knife
Tap on the watch that ceased to tick
yet
she still wishes for a dream that ceases to exist.