As the Clock Ticks

[C.M.C.]

The clock ticks “one, two,” as all other noise fades.
And only silence remains,
except the clicking, the ticking, the time of the day.
Pain comes, pain goes, like the tides on the shore,
and after moaning and groaning, I only hunger for more.
I sit in this chair
watching the clock,
watching the minutes the hand has struck.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
Only the clock ticking “one, two,” as all other noise fades.

There are times of peace and times of war,
as I sit upon this chair.
But what I find when I don’t turn to You
is that the clock does not seem to care.
For I am only here for a fraction of all.
Within a matter of seconds a nation can fall.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
Only the clock ticking “one, two,” as all other noise fades.

And when I sit up, I stand up, I leave this dull room,
and through the door I slowly slip out.
I ask Him “how many minutes past noon?”
He says “None, time is built by mere man.
I watched nations rise just as quickly as they fall.
My child you were only there for a fraction of all.
So what you hear when silence remains,
and the clock ticking “one, two,” just as well fades?”

Revision
The clock ticks on as all the noise fades,
but the clicking, ticking, time of day.
Pain rises and lowers, like the tides on the shore.
After moaning and groaning, It strikes at my core.
I sit in this chair watching the clock,
growing pained with every minute struck.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
The clock’s ticking as the other noise fades.

There are times of peace and times of war,
as I sit upon this chair.
What I find when I don’t turn to Him
is the clock does not care.
The terror being that life is a fraction of all.
Within a matter of seconds a nation can fall.
So what do I hear when silence remains?
The clock’s ticking as the other noise fades.

When I stand up I leave this dull room;
through the door I then slowly slip out.
I ask “What made it all the way through?”
He says “Nothing in time is devout.
I watched nations rise just as they fall.
Your time is but fraction of all.
So what do you hear when silence remains,
and the clock’s ticking then just as well fades?”