Tic tic tock, tic tock tic tock,
So loud are the hands of the clock,
So softly the light shines through,
So gently surrounding you,
Wounds of old now healed,
Scars faded and now sealed,
Life is a consuming fire,
Mistakes feeding flames higher,
Soul searching with a burnt out flash light'
I'm only faking it when I get it right,
Sat outside alone while you worshiped your wallet,
Chasing after goals or whatever you call it,
A slave to your objects an the almighty dollar,
Like a nose around your neck, white collar,
This life continues to unveil,
The many ways in witch I continue to fail,
Shine your lonely light upon me,
I'll turn it off for all to see,
Much more too give,
We have so much more too live,
It may still bring sum strife,
But this is what we call life.
