Time

[earth-angel]

Some may compare you to an old man
Bent double, bearded white
Creeping and creaking
When I was a child you were grey
All those nights I wished would fly
All those days I prayed would merge
You never obeyed my childish cries
You were my enemy
And now as I grow slower you are a child
Filled with infinite energy
I want to catch you and tie you down
But you are too fast for me
And now I regret my calls in the night
My spirit too old to fight.