Tick-Tock, The clock swings back and forth,
As the river of life flows on by.
As moons wax and wane,
As people live and die,
An everlasting cycle
Spring, the rebirth
and new life,
Flee, O flee, Why can't I flee and run?
What force, So mystic, Keeps me bound unto this place?
What prison wall, So unclear, Stops me from escaping?
What unknown love, So tradgic, Prevents me from leaving?
If what I belive is
If what I want is
not to be,
as my head
hits the pillow,
And sleep engulfes