• In the home
    people search for rest
    In the room
    It sees all
    every tortured soul
    every fulfilled life
    And the kind man
    (bless his soul)
    that winds its gears
    and adjusts its weights
    So that the no longer young
    Can know the time
    and wait
    and wait
    and wait
    Until their times comes
    Growing older with every chime
    As long as the kind man
    keeps time from stopping.