Hands of Time (1)

At the turn of a sigh
A life will be taken
With no gun and no knife
But small decisions

These are the things we feared
They would happen
These were the things we swore
We'd never be

Given the gradual
Touch by the hands of time
Before it's time to leave
We eventually see

In the view of what's right
Action must be taken
We punch and we fight
Till we hear our truth spoken

In defence of our fears
In revenge for our tears

These are the things we said
That would happen
These were the things we swore
We'd never be

Given the gradual
Turn by the hands of time
When it's time to leave
We hope we will see

The verge of madness draws nearer
The light and dark as one

We mend our ways with fervour
In hope we're not too late

These are the things we sought
Not to happen
These were the times we learnt
To let things be

Given the cleansing
Touch by the hands of time
When it's time to leave
We will come to see