A history of turning the Is to Was
Infamously turning Shall into Should've
Does anything under its rule ever truly last
Forever involved in burning the present to past
Turning but boys to kings on thrones
Then those very kings, into the stuff of bones
We believe we are but it's pawns and dust
But then again what is Time without us
An entity of space, of simply odd devices
An entity of life, of an oddly simple crisis
To make a moment stand still, a gift so fine
But then again what are we without Time