once alive with life
|The Hands of time are heavy at my side
bent worn hands-once alive with life
now excluded-shunned only to fade
cast between sterile white walls
as empty forms come and go
moved by the endless sound of rocking,
The hands of Time are Heavy.
When one passes, one is replaced
and barren smiles don't sooth the soul
so much lost to those wonder years
flashing like a lantern of the seas
ever guiding for safe-keeping
no Spring of Youth resides
and laughter is yet to breathe
The hands of Time are Heavy at my side.