All we have is the clock
To measure a life
Of so much strife
Sometimes its hard
To see the point of our card.

Toc-toc- tic
It always seems so quick,
When the clock measures
A time that we treasure
And the moment turns then to a memory
Then into a child's story.

The clock is as steady as a rock
It tics for things both big and small
Good or bad it ticks for all.
Gaze into its glorious face
and you will see both time and space.