Time passes, so it seems
And always will.
But I could swear
When you're not there
Time and tide stand still.
The hands move
At their normal pace,
Light turns to dark
And back to light
The tide comes in
Then turns and leaves
Day merges into night.
Yet still it's always yesterday
You just this moment
Went away.
Time passes
But it needs a shove
The hands of time
Need hands of love.