Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock,
When is it the right time?
Tick tock, tick tock does the clock,
What is it that will be mine?
Knock knock, knock knock,
Who is this I hear?
Knock knock, knock knock,
Why do I still feel this fear?
Drip drip, drip drip,
Falls the droplets of sweat.
Drip drip, drip drip,
How is it my eyes still remain wet?
Slowly, surely, comfortably,
I step on your path,
Dodging, stepping, running, falling,
To reach my home at last.
Breathing, inhaling, exhaling,
And in the end releasing,
Feeling, breaking, healing,
But in the end no more appeasing.
Once again, tick tock goes the clock
Yet another hard place, and a rock,
Won’t somebody give me the key to this lock?
No said he, who above me lives,
Why then, if I did that you would never learn!
But yes said he, who now next to me stands,
Be slow and steady, for here is my hand.
