You crept in

And stole the time

Imprisoned it behind your little hands,

Destroyed its grandeur and mystery

Its fatal song a drawn out chime.

Instead of passing freely,

You’ve forced it to run our lives,

And trapped behind your homely face

The lonely second; minute cries.

The thief, the clock,

It ticks on by,

The wretch, the robber

Who stole the time.