I listen to the clock ticking,
Its rhythm sounding through my thoughts,
I feel the emptiness in my soul,
And the scars from battles i've fought.

I long to love and be loved again,
To feel its joy, its strength in my heart,
To once again feel alive within,
Have the courage to make a new start.

I hear the clock counting down,
The seconds of my sad existence,
Breeding apathy within me,
Breaking me of any resistance.

I listen to the clock ticking away,
Any hope as it escapes my hold,
Life's curtain beginning to descend,
'pon a life that's grown weary and old.

Why do my pleas go unanswered Lord,
Isn't love a gift for all to share,
Do you feel i'm undeserving?
I'm pleading to your sense of fair.

I feel the years slipping away,
Along with people I adore,
Doors continue to close around me,
Beautiful faces I'll see no more.

Love is a gift that has no bounds,
A gift we all long to receive,
A hope for some that is unsubstained,
A truth that summons us to believe.