Clock of time

The horizons where I’m laying
Are so hard, so hard to see
Tight the memory of loud saying
Lost words, in the wind, to set you free

My thoughts of hope are escaping
Like emptiness in harmony
The music of the past love is still playing
When I need someone to comfort me…

Where are you, my broken wing
Where is the music you used to sing
To relieve this awful sign?

Come and kiss me at night
Touch my spirit with your light
And stop…. the clock of time!