When It Struck 12
It will be wintertime very soon
Here comes the evening moon
Gradually, we'll be shining like the sun
Eventually, you and I will be made as one
Tick Tock Tick Tock
The clock is taunting me...
Tock tick tock tick
The time is brawling me...
Could it delete my history?
Could I change my future?
Why does life have to end up as a tragic story?
Why am I so unsure?
The church clock is chiming since ancient times
We’ve been lost for so long in our fairytale crimes
Come on and be free from our cruel, lonely anxieties
Our feet are as light as a feather, spiralling in the breeze
My mind is roaming...I'm in a haze of utter bewilderment
But, I put to death delusional distress and nostalgic negativity
Ups and downs have a big impact on our lives of lingering lament
Longing to see what His elegant, gracious view appears to be, longing to borrow Jesus Christ's eyes that shine ever anew like a telescope that discovers stars, twinkling so true and marvelously
Eyes enlightened and illuminated
When the clock struck 12 once more…
Ears eagerly wait to hear - so anticipated
For what lies ahead...a hope still in store
Eyes enlightened and illuminated
When the clock struck 12 - when seas stood still ashore
Fears escalated once upon a time and left others devastated
But, not anymore…
Not anymore…
Change is a challenging chore…
What are you waiting for?
I’d rather not worry no more
Sun is shining and the wind is blowing during the day
Moon is dimming, along with the stars of silver and gray
I want you to stay next to me...kiss me and embrace me today
I don't want to be labeled or be self-labeling myself..I don’t want to be led astray by disarray and discouragement...I'm alive in your bees' hive of dismay
My voice is rumbling,
altering into whispers
troubled by the clock
bursting my skull open
releasing tension
oh, how agonizing
deepening in my ruins and you’re the one to blame
My voice is mumbling…
Transforming into shadows
No longer troubled by the clock
Mending my skull shut
Inner recovery is my cure
Oh, how amazing!
Rising from the remnants and ashes of shame
Give me a chance (give me a reason)
To start anew... I can see how time tries to
Haunt me... to traumatize me...
Give me some hope at least
Wipe away the unmerciful decisions I took unwisely
or I'll remain in the
cluster of ruin
Give me a reason (show me a way)
To disappear... do you hear the clock ticking--it tries to
Taunt me...to terrify me...
Give me a sign of relief
From this abominable grief
Tick Tock Tick Tock
The clock is haunting me...
Tock tick tock tick
The time is frightening me...
Could it go back in time?
Could I change the past?
Could it fulfill my future in a flick of a dime?
Why does time go by so fast?
Under your spell...where do you dwell?
You torture me…I’m falling in a well
I’ve said “I love you” too many times
The clock still chimes...still constantly chimes...
I’ve bled too many times...You have regret due to the past times
I dreaded this moment when He will reveal our crimes
My dreams are broken
But, I feel good with you around
I’m sorry, I must flee and open
Up treasures of paradise, for you pick me up from the ground
You are forgiven and unforgotten - never again will you be captivity-bound
We’re looking overhead for some sunlight
But, soon the night will unfold with its might
Feeling these Goosebumps – I’ve lost track of time in its perilous prime
The church bells peacefully chime...and they shine - that, I can’t deny
When it struck 12, we couldn’t believe that we were running out of time
The church bells peacefully chime...they chime for you and I, can’t lie
Never will I break your heart of hopefulness
Never will I tear apart your graceful happiness
I will always be your evening moon
That glimmers bright, making you swoon
Time is running out
The clock chimes without a doubt
It's time to leave…
No time to grieve
When it struck 12,
Eyes enlightened and people looked in awe
When it struck 12,
Ears illuminated and everyone heard and saw
The clock chime
It is about time
We leave without a trace
No need to grieve all over the place
Wipe the tears from your face
And run the race of glory and grace
Time is running out
When it struck 12,
The people began to shout
When it struck 12,
I will always be your evening moon
That glimmers bright, even after the afternoon
Never will I tear apart
Your young, beautiful heart
Gradually, we'll be shining like the sun
Eventually, the winter day will be done
When it strikes 12…
When it strikes 12..
When it strikes 12.
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