Time keeps ticking
but I've been standing still.
I see myself standing alone,
in the middle of a feild.

Time keeps ticking,
keeps passing me by;
and I don't even notice
and I don't want to cry.

Time has made You older
but for me I'm frozen still
and time keeps passing by me
as I stand frozen in this field.

My limbs are getting heavy,
the air is growing dense
still; I struggle to move
out of this invisable fence.

I wish to see Your pretty face
every day that I awake.
I'll sing a song of beauty
and some cookies I will bake.

For I Love You more then life
and would lay down mine for You;
so I struggle through this strife,
and say a Prayer for You.

Oh, what shall I do?
Without Your smile blessing me each day?
Oh, how I miss the days
when we would laugh and play.

Eighteen seems so far away;
yet it was yesterday You were born,
So I drop down to my knees and Pray
that Your heart will feel no scorn.

Perhaps I am just waiting
for You to come home.
Standing in this field,
all alone; all alone.

Time keeps ticking
my feet wont seem to move
some how, some way
I must find the groove.......

In which I can free myself
from the prison that I made,
from the devistation
of the day You went away.

Shall I awaken
one day and be blind?
How could I have mistaken
the precious value of time.