Tick tock tick tock
Goes round the clock
The little boy stares
Caught unawares
As his heart grow steady and cold
Slowly aging bitter and old

Round and round with the clock’s sound
A rhythm unnatural and out of thyme
The little boy sits and counts his numbers
While his heart fails and silently tumbles

His joints stiffen and his muscles ache
No longer can he feel from the lake
He wonders why no one can see
All the numbers he counts faithfully

Sitting their in his clock tower
Pulling a lever and getting sour
The little boy soldier lost his way
Now only counts the minutes
Not night and day