Seven

                                  Waging a war of wills against time

Staring down the face that hides behind hands

Always running behind those hands

I will cut them leave time blind

But I'm still behind



Isn't all the waiting for

Some great reward

Or am I waiting

Just waiting



Dawn goes down to grey

Oh joy another phlegm sky day

If I worked it all away

Would I know what to do

With these hands

What would I find



Isn't all the waiting for

Some great reward

Or am I waiting

Just waiting



Waiting to die