Hands and faces

Tick, tick, tick
Tock, tick , tock
Sitting here looking at clocks,
Not the ones with hands and faces,
But people evolving, turning and aging.

The first second strikes,
It's all smiles and cheers,
Miracle of life brings us to tears.
But why does it do this, what is its power?
Do we see our true desire?

Moments pass, we forget the thought,
Wipe away tears and stand up tall,
Walk through the valley and learn to forget,
We are now masters of pain and regret.

Finally the horizon starts to glow,
Lighting the place we all go,
I hope you are ready, and enjoyed the walk.
The clock again begins to talk.

Tick, tick, tick,
Tock, tick, tock,
Tick.