O' daughter of Eve,
I found you alas,
so listen carefully as
I break these bottled words.
O' daughter of Eve,
Father Time will come as
a man in a black robe,
******* every inch of your soul,
when your time's up.
Father Time will come as
a man in a white robe,
blessing you with faith and hope
on your wedding day.
but will Father Time comes
as a bearded old man
holding an hour glass
as our mothers once said?
putting you to sleep
with the sands in his glass
and let you sway in your dreams
and wakes up with sandy eyes?
O' daughter of Eve,
let me ask thee.
Will you be scared when
Father Time comes?