Tic Tic Tic

Tic tic tic goes the rounded thing
And you go with it my Mr. King
Have you ever counted the days
or passed this tic with a song to sing?
have you thought about the next?
and if it is for the worse or for the best?
have you cried deeply scared to tell
or scared to scream out and confess?
My father, don't ou worry anymore.
i shall kneel and kiss the floor,
for the faith you burned in our hearts,
for the moments left on the shore.
be gone my dearly friend.
i shall always a paper send.
be gone for our time is near,
since surely, it will someday end.