The clock man who walked away
Is slowly winding down
Abandoned, forgotten
Yet he still marches to the drums of war
Like a hapless doll,
Brave and foolish
And wishes that it would be but a dream
While he walks in the eternal twilight,
Still swayed to the never-ending drums of war
And I wonder,
As I watch him die, cold and alone
If the story would remain the same
If someone had provided just one spark
To light his weary way
And I wonder,
As I watch him suffer in silence
Brave fool that he is
Was his the better path?