On The Clock

Time’s getting short
Years are getting long
And there’s nowhere I
Really belong
And I’ve got this pounding
In my head
That’s saying
You can do better, kid
As I see the things
I shoulda done
By now coz I know
I am the one
Who can make a difference
With the dream I hold
And the streets are paved
In solid gold
While those with nothing
Just go poor
Hungry with
All they’re for
And we can remake the show
There are places where nobody go
But there are hands
That are willing to hold
Those whose story
Has never been told
And utter a new sentence
Into the sky
There’s a reason
Why I’m willing to die
For all that I believe
It’s as though the way is already made
And I’m just wasting time
In the years I’ve saved
Holding back the river
That wants to rush forth
And I be myself
With no remorse
It doesn’t matter if
They don’t understand
It’ll unfold
And it’ll all be grand

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