Song of the ClockThe noise is the song of the clock.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.The song that tells our life is going by.That soon we will die.No human can stop the song,the song that haunts you for so long.The old and young, the rich and poor,they can not stand the thought that we will be no more.Why are so many people afraid of the clockand the normal song tick tock?They cry that the end is nearinstead of living a life so dear.Are they scared they will be remembered by none?Is it that they want forgiveness from someone?Are they afraid of the other side?Do they feel their life was a short ride?The cure for the fear of the clockis
How Easy It Must BeHow easy it must beto be a raven in a tree.To not worry about taxes and money.A life as sweet as honey.In a tree and moonlight.What a beautiful sight.While I am drinking teaI wish I was in that tree.How easy it must beto be a human drinking tea.To not worry about being hungry and cold.A life I wish to hold.Drinking tea in candlelight.What a lovely sight.While I am in a treeI wish I was drinking tea.