Orasan

Clock… spinning, singing… ringing
Night falls, day breaks, as it slowly turns
A hand signaling, the hours in a row
With every move of the hand, different things unfold
In this spinning world.

How can I turn back, the hands of the clock?
The moments with my loved ones, so dear to me
Children I cherish, a spouse I serve
Whole and happy, though lacking in wealth.

But in the desire, to lift up this life
To offer a bright tomorrow, to the child I adore
Dreams of other lands, desperately sought
So the struggles I face, won’t always be my shadow.

But as time passes, as the clock ticks on
A blow to my life, has come my way
The spouse I cherished, loved completely
Loved someone else, and left me behind.

The hardest part, the inspiration to strive
The depth of endurance, and the extra pain
I can’t see them anymore, I can’t hold them tight
Because my children are far away, where are you my kids?

Money I saved, in exchange for cruelty
To a greedy master, every second’s a thief
Every job I do, he times it all
If I slip up, his anger is what I’ll face.

No more money, no more loved ones
Life lost its meaning, endured the oppression
Blaming myself, for the dreams I chased
Is this the fate, given to me by the divine?
When will the clock stop, its relentless run?
When will I return to the past I left behind?
When will I hear, the sweet sound again?
When will the time come, to see my child?

Now I’m just a clock, endlessly spinning
Living with feelings, filled with pain
With every second, every minute, and every hour’s turn
It feels like endless night, no light to be found.