Ages Pass
Hands wipe the hours from my face
with all the things I see.
For years I have stood, in this place
as people glance at me.
Tick, tock, tick tock, hear the past
and the present will never last.
Tick, tock, tick tock
Tick, tock, tick tock
Standing here as the hours passed.
Hands wipe the hours from my face
watching seconds tick by.
For years I have stood in this space.
They say that time can fly.
Sounding my chime on the hour,
standing fast like a bell tower.
Sounding my chime
Sounding my chime
Counting the ages with my pow’r.
Hands wipe the hours from my face,
ticking away the pain
and seconds pass without a trace
with only love to gain.
The ages pass they never knock
as I tell the time for my flock.
The ages pass
The ages pass
For I am the grandfather clock.













and much love~ Desire~*~















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