
Speak of time and of its sands
Speak of clocks and of their hands
Wish for lives upon a star
And the end of wars afar
Talk of clocks their rhythmic dances
In the grand ballet of life's advances
Each tick and tock a heartbeat's song
Guiding us urging us to be strong
Find the time for what is good
Live the goodness that withstood
Together we rise, together we should
Rise and greet our own selfhood
Their hands move steadily on their faces
Leaving only seconds traces
Marking the moments as they spin,
A reminder of where we've been.
Marking moments as they will
With memories that linger still
Speak of lives in foreign lands
Where cultures meet where nations stand
Speak of time that endless river
Flowing on and on forever
It's like the sands that slip unheeded
Away with every hour conceded
Hands move steadily never still
Marking moments as they will
Counting down the precious hours,
As time unfolds its endless powers.
In distant places tales unfurl
Of distant people, destinies whirled
And of wars afar a somber theme
But hope can mend the darkest seam
Where battles rage and dreams may seem
To shatter the igniting gleam
Yet hope endures the brutal fight
The darkest hour shines most bright
Find the time for what is good
In every moment that you could
For goodness is a timeless grace
In every smile, every embrace
Live the kindness that's understood,
In the tapestry of brotherhood.
That shines on every heart and face
Guiding us through life's quickening pace
Time's sands, they whisper tales unsaid,
Of hearts and dreams, of young and dead,
As we wish upon a distant star,
To halt the battles, no matter how far
In unity, we'll break the chains,
And peace will wash away the stains,
With every tick, with every chime,
We'll work together, in space and time.
As time's embrace maintains its beat,
Let's shape a world where love is sweet,
Where wars are but a distant past,
And peace and harmony forever last.
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