'Clocks were invented to' keep
Time goes as by with clicking hand.
How I wish I could turn those clocks of Father Time back.
Things that could be done through
Changing of time and turning back those hands within that clock.


Many times of you saying you'll do something with me never did come around, how those memories will be gone.
Broken promises, more heartbroken.
I am traveling through time upon those clock hands.


I am no longer listening to those broken promises.
I am making my promises, building my self-own worth.
For my clock hands are in time, and I'm no longer going backward.
It's time to move those hands forward, to tick with my time, and show my self-worth.
As each minute ticks by.


"Clock Hands"
© VictoriaElizabeth73