Tick tock of a weary clock
As the old man counts his days,
How harsh, oh time you are!
To seize my time and phase.
Haven't you had enough, old man?
Haven't you made memories that matter?
Those memories are what killing me more,
Yet I wanna live and live
As the tick tock ceaselessly mutter.
Tick tock, oh deadly clock
Can't you stop for a while and let me live?
Says a blessed man, with a life so blissful
Time can't grip your pleasure and heavenly bliss.
Oh time! So slow
Why you lingering to pass,
As my aches burn and flow?
Says a lonely boy, so pallid in youth
Such wonder youth was the time to wander and grow.
Dear child, why so pained?
Time moves along, as your scars will show
Wake up! Your delicate skin will be scarred
As your youth will start to grow.
Oh time, you've taken my shine
When I was just a child of glass,
Fragile yet lucid in heart, and the world was profoundly mine!
When worries didn't keep me up at night
I've dreamed of places I'd roam
Yet woke up, realizing I've grown up and frighten to death, where shall I go?
Where shall we run, oh time?
When one's heart is devastated
Yet another's heart is divine,
Tick tock, says the weary clock
I'm tired in a pleasing way, too,
Yet I quench and flow, in silence I vow
To worth every moment of thy lives and hues.