Stolen Time

The clock's got sticky fingers. It grabs the hours and won't let go.

I try to chase but linger. My shadow is moving too slow.

I blink and the sun is falling, hear the night, it's softly calling.

Stolen time, it's slipping fast. Hold it tight, but it won't last.

Stolen time, where does it go? Tell me, tell me.

I don't know. I don't know. The moon laughs like a bandit.

It pockets stars for its own show. I wonder could I stand it,

if time just stopped its flow. Oh, I blink and