To life 1

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the old clock is ticking,
Time stands still though the hands move on.
Long are the nights, and longer the days —
How far must I go, how long is the way?

Alone I walk through forest and field,
The birds sing soft, a balm to my shield.
To heal from a life so heavy and true,
Takes strength to be well — and strength to be blue.

The wind tells tales in the whispering trees,
Of sorrows passed and silent pleas.
Leaves fall like memories onto the ground,
Each one a story, lost then found.

A shadow of youth still walks at my side,
With dreams I once held, with tears I once cried.
But even the dusk can carry a light,
A flicker of peace in the heart of the night.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the old clock is ticking,
And though it may fade, the soul keeps on singing.
For time is a river, and I am a stone,
Smoothed by the journey, never alone.