The clock reveals its silver teeth
Consuming hours without regret
Frosted leaves cling to forgotten graves
Where memories and moss have met

Silent ashes in the hourglass fall
Like whispers lost to turning stone
The more I fear, the more I stall
But still, I stand, and not alone

A candle weeps its molten truth
Its light a vow it cannot keep
What once was fire turns into proof
That even stars are born to sleep

Silent ashes in the hourglass fall
Like whispers lost to turning stone
The more I fear, the more I stall
But still, I stand, and not alone