When time passes by, only time can bestow
An icy cold breath known as death or as snow.
And quickly and quicker, the old clock will fly;
If just for a second, I'd slow it and sigh.
The world would stop spinning, and we would be free
From death and the burden that's following me.
If just for a moment, all time ceased to be,
Oh, Nothing would end, and the restless would sleep,
My weakness would freeze, lost in time on my face,
The fear in my heartbeat could no longer race,
I'd stop that tick-ticking and stop the decay,
The shaking and aching, the shrieks as we pay
Our debts to the time, to the time, death, and snow.
I'd slow my own pendulum life it bestows.
And, oh, the relief if belief became mindless;
If hope guides my heartbeat, then heaven is timeless-