Clocks
Clocks
By Sawyer Stahl
The minute hand ticks its way on by,
And I lay down my head to cry;
Darkness falls and lights fade out,
as Shadows rise up from the ground,
and still doth the clock continue to click,
and I still listen to its eternal click.
By Sawyer Stahl
The minute hand ticks its way on by,
And I lay down my head to cry;
Darkness falls and lights fade out,
as Shadows rise up from the ground,
and still doth the clock continue to click,
and I still listen to its eternal click.