Time

I can hear the clock tick away,
I’m looking for something,
Something with meaning that will stay

So many things I should do
But I can’t seem to choose what is due.

Take a look outside the window,
The world’s moving on
While I sit here in my room...
What will stay when I’m gone?

Still I hear the clock tick away
The seconds, minutes,
hours, how they run.
Did I use them in a meaningful way
Or are they lost and gone?

Time is a healer
For the wounds cut into our heart
Time is a killer
Cuts our life until we fall apart
Every day we give a little piece of our lives - to time.

So many things I never did before,
So many adventures,
So many roads I could explore.

They say wisdom comes with age
But all I feel is
my mind is stuck in a cage.


When one day my curtain falls
I hope that I won’t regret
that I missed out on many things
because I just wasn’t ready yet.

As you hear the clock tick away
are you doing something
Something with meaning that will stay?

What is left when your curtain falls
And you hear your final call?

Time is a healer
For the wounds cut into our heart
Time is a killer
Cuts our life until we fall apart
Every day we give a little piece of our lives to time.
What remains is just the strong belief that what we did has set a sign.

Time - ticks away until we fade
Time - reveals mistakes that we made
Time - is healing all the pain
Time - is the only thing that remains

Time is a healer
For the wounds cut into our heart
Time is a killer
Cuts our life until we fall apart
Every day we give a little piece of our lives to time.
What remains is just the strong belief that what we did has set a sign.