Time steals our lives
It’s always sharpening its knives
And our plans rise and fall at its will
Time has no respect for life
Does it enjoy creating strife?
And our plans rise and fall at its will
Time never ceases its work
It’s there in the light and the dark
And our plans rise and fall at its will
Time is outside our control
But it owns our soul
And our plans rise and fall at its will.