Tick tock
Tick tock
Throughout the years
I've always thought
Of faith to be
A clicking clock
With hands
So persistent
So determined
To never miss a single beat
Nor stop
Tick...
Tock...
Throughout the years
This faithful clock
Built up a longing in me
My solid rock
Through which,
In times of trouble
I would pull
From my everlasting
Love-filled stock
Tick...
Tock...
Brace yourselves,
My friends
And do not
Let this coming news
Be some sort
Of terrible shock
For the time is coming
When this faithful clock's
Hands must,
Inevitably stop
Tick...
Tick...
For you see -
The battery in me,
So to speak,
Is nearly diminished
The continuation of
its intermittent
Clicking is
Almost nearly finished
The gears within
This 'ol faithful clock,
Are most definitely
Fatally blemished
Tick...
Tick...
I am so
So very sorry
For this very moment
Marks the end
Of my journey's story
I hate to say it,
But not every person
Goes out in a blaze of glory
Tick...
Tock...
Goodbye,
Tick...
Tock...
The clock has stopped