The Clock Ticks (Time Moves Along)

One person dies and time just moves along
nobody cares when a persons tears flow on & on

In this world everyone's concern is themselves
never glancing to the side to see that another is caught up in hell

Time ticks on and tears still stream
as a person loses self control, hope, and yet another dream

One homeboy ending up killed is more blood being spilled
Spilled out in to these stupid ass streets
where the minds are ruthless and the gunclips are filled

Hollow point bullets aimed at the soul of one life
blast through a body like a cold penetrating knife

Time ticks on and another person dies
time ticks on and mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers cry

Crying tears of sadness and deep gasping pain
about a life and soul that was taken in vain

Time ticks on and the world doesn't change
at least not in the streets where dying is anything but strange

With every second that passes a life is taken away
pray that it isn't your life, and death isn't the price you pay

Tears stream down cheeks like days in the week
Tears that taste sour run deep for hours

The clock ticks on and death is our lives
A tear falls down a cheek as soon as another starts to dry.

--Ryan Calle

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