Will there be tomorrow,
whether it be sorrow
with anger, famine and floods?
But ye ol' broken clock,
silent sounded, neither tick nor tock,
echo the cries, the future child.
Besought the world, the endless flutter,
with words vivid their tongue would utter.
But ye ol' broken clock,
sound of silence, not tick nor tock;
cadence of the crying child.
Seldom dank the hours forged,
bloodshed natures gorged.
O' ye broken hearted,
world berate as time departed,
heading down life's waters.
But ye ol' broken clock,
silent sounded, neither tick nor tock,
in spite lonely orphan child.
Silence forced upon lips of kin,
treachery sought the worldly sin.
Day to end as time stood still,
a child's laughter ceases to kill.
But ye ol' broken clock,
neither tick nor tock;
no cure for a child's ill.
Mock the world, the wars within,
lost all to a single sin.
The broken clock
once ticked and tock,
frozen on a single time.
The long and short's on midnight's hour,
darkness surrounds the earths devour.
Drape the pain, the tears O' child,
swept the lands soon beguiled.
But ye ol' broken clock,
silent sounded, neither tick nor tock;
quake the fields the bloodshed taint.
The world erupt in darkness still,
a child sickened, a timely ill.
Comprehend the wars alike,
blood soaked lands failed to dike.
A child's tear cleanse the sea,
a child sought the curse may be.
O' ye broken clock,
counting down by tick and tock;
eradicate the worldly being.
Forever in darkness time stood still,
expire with them, the daily kill.
A child's laughter ending prime,
as light grows dim, ends all time.