ClockofLife(ClockofLife7)

Clock of Life (Clock of Life 7) - Conrad Mortiss

The clock of life ticks, one tick at a time it ticks on.

Boots covered by the town street's dust, where shadows stalk and dangers are unknown.

Blank boards creak with a whispering groan.

Spurs jingle softly with each step, but you know that you're not alone.

You ride your own from town to town, dangers abound, but you go on.

Big iron on your hip and a rifle at hand, staying out of trouble is the name of the game.

Step by step by step you go on.

Death is certain, the time unknown.

A winding trail you can't rewind, the steps of death are close behind the clock ticks on.

You move on, you go on on the train of time.

The sun dips low as it sets the sky on fire.

Each breath feels heavy, each mile feels higher.

A crow calls out like a mournful hymn, a coyote sings its lullaby in the darkness of the night.

The air grows cool as the light grows dim, the shadows grow, what hides in them is unknown.

It may be benign, but there could be lurking harm.

Step by step by step you go on.

Death is certain, the time unknown.

A winding trail you can't rewind, the steps of death are close behind the clock ticks on.

You move on, you go on on the train of time.

Time won't stop, it won't even slow down.

The hands keep moving round and round.

Every minute whispers clear, the end could be far, the end could be near.

You do not know when or where death may appear.

Step by step by step you go on.

Death is certain, the time you do not know.

A winding trail you can't rewind, the steps of death are close behind the clock ticks on.

You move on, you go on on the train of time.

All these years you ride, you go on from ranch to ranch, from town to town.

Open valleys, dusty trails, rivers clear that flow like sand in an hourglass, counting time, shunning trouble is the game.

Staying alive, you must the same.

The hands of time do not stop, they do not even slow like drops of water, life goes on closer to the end with each strike of clock.

Step by step by step you go on.

Death is certain, the time unknown.

A winding trail you can't rewind, the steps of death are close behind the clock ticks on.

You move on, you go on on the train of time.