The Needles Of The Clock


Tick-tock, tick-tock, round goes the clock,
Three form one and at twelve they stop,
Yesterday dies and tomorrow nears,
Bad days pass by, why not bad years?

Curtains are your foes they let only twilight,
The moon has faded and so has the dark night,
Today is a present and yesterday was a sacrifice,
So, rise o dear you must rise!

Rise o soul from this half death,
The body is craving for a fresh breath,
Ding-dong, ding-dong, the morning bells are ringing,
And their best songs spring birds are singing.

Today is not what yesterday you have seem,
This day is real and yesterday was a dream,
You can mould this day with truth and without lies,
So rise o dear, you must rise!

Bad days have passed by this is not a bad year,
Yesterday has died and today you are here,
Remember, one forms three and they never stop,
Tick-tock, tick-tock the needles of the clock

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