Never We Cry

The clock cheers them on as the seconds march by, As the bitter night rains down upon our backs; Yet in our time of darkness never we cry. But because moments will fleet and hours will fly, In vain we attempt to freeze time in its tracks. The clock cheers them on as the seconds march by. Halt! we command, to the dread that we sigh, For with death in our hearts we cannot relax, Yet in our time of darkness never we cry. Obscure memories visit us as we lie, Viewing a distant past through present-day cracks; The clock cheers them on as the seconds march by. No matter, we think, for the night will soon die, And we will awaken with knives in our backs; Yet in our time of darkness never we cry. Day will once again come, for no reason why, But to let in time to plot timeless attacks. The clock cheers them on as the seconds march by, Yet in our time of darkness never we cry.