The hands of time are relentless
In their eternal stride through life
They touch the faces of the young and old
And all are totally defenceless
The hands of time hold our memories, our secrets
Controlling our journey in life’s design
Our moments of triumph, of defeat
And they are always there in times of regret
The hands of time embrace out joy, our sorrow
They are in an endless dance
Holding our every heartbeat, every breath
And they decide if we see a new tomorrow.