Life can be wicked
My friend
My friend
Life can be wicked

My friend

I do not know
The ways of the heart

The sun comes
The sun departs

Where are those days
Of eternal brightness
When my mind
Sought its destiny
In the search for perfection
In the realm
Of a Godly existence

Where are the feelings
Of a life of forever

The clarity of thought
Of youthful beginnings
Fades
Into shadows
As time beats
To the rhythm
of a hurtful heart

The frailties
Of reality
The sadness
Of the soul
Weakens with age
And the freshness
Of youth
Disappears
As the flesh grows old
And the body diminishes
To a crawl

Hickory Dickory Dok
Time blew up the clock
I wonder why