A Clock in Place of a Heart

They took out my heart and put in a clock

If you stand close you can hear it

Tick...

Tock...

Tick...

Tock...

Locking away away the time I've been spending

Mending my broken ribs

Telling spoken fibs

About little things the make no difference

But for the inference that there's some

New Truth to be found

Deep undeground, where we now grow

Our children's children

But that's in the past

Where all things last

In the memory, through time

Until the colours fade and the words no longer...