Time is relative
A subjective clause
We always live
Trying to hit pause
We feel like we are moving
Moving faster, we never last
Time takes no notice
Of our feeble little gasp
We cling so desperately
Our hopes, pinned to a clock
We try to walk backwards
We are dashed against the rocks
Life is but a blip
A feeble light in the dark
Time is our ship
Going everywhere, an ark
We cling to it for fear
That we lose ourselves
Lest we let go of here
Here, time sits on the shelves
We are old dolls
Collecting dust, tired of age
We have time to trust
Our spirits full of rage
For we are earthly beings
Time makes us this way
We are slaves to his hands
We have nothing to say
My spirit cries for freedom
My body is being oppressed
Time holds a whip against me
My soul is being compressed
My feelings grow older
My body loses youth
We are slaves to time
But time is not the truth
