As Time Left My Hands
“What has become of me?” I thought sadly.
I looked down at my millions of steps.
I questioned, “How much did these feet complete?”
But either way, it will never matter.
He took me by the hand so long ago
He said, “Don’t ruin your soul, time is left!”
But in truth, I am in the undertow.
Now I’m racing the clock that is my theft.
The lights are dimming, it seems dusk has come,
But should I believe in another dawn?
Now the song is not too late to be sung
But it is the one I look down on.
“What has become of me?” I thought sadly,
But my time subsides, and the dusk arrived.