Father Time

I sit alone watching the hands of time move along,
tick, tick, tick, father time moves on.
If only I could turn back the hands of time,
peace might drift into my mind.
I toss, I turn, my heart burns,
still yet father time walks on.
I lay here alone, for as long as time moves on.
I pray but I'll never say, just toss and turn,
watching father time walk along.