Every month, I close my eyes and pray for clarity,
I pray for my mind to do that bit of charity,
but it seems as when the clock ticks down,
Clarity cannot be found.

Every week, I stop listening and pray for help,
My worn out mind barely letting out a yelp,
but it seems as when the clock ticks down,
My cries immediately drown.

Every day, I close my mouth and pray for words,
Every line in my head is blurred,
but it seems as when the clock ticks down,
My shut mouth is still a frown.

Every hour, I choke back my thoughts and pray for quiet,
Every little idea starting a brand new riot,
but it seems as when the clock ticks down,
Nothing is stirring this town.

Every minute, I hold on a little tighter and pray for something new,
I grasp the rope until my fingertips turn blue,
but it seems as when the clock ticks down,
I will never get my hands on that ever-so-prized crown.

Every second, I write a word and pray that I will be heard,
Even if it’s just one little word,
but in the end, when the clock ticks down,
Nothing makes a sound.