Father Time regulates our clock, counting down all that is left
Tick tock tick tock and gone, this is the sound of his timepiece
How many moments we still have, none on earth can tell
Mystery and escapade, anoint you head
Boredom and stagnancy, snip at your heals
When death's grip calls you, may others miss times gone by
May your clock be full, never may it stall on a rough patch
Find faith in friends and family, live lively your life
When it seems like none may care, find hope in your heavenly father
We only have one clock, keeping our time in this world
So live it well, never compromise yourself
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