Hands Of Time

It's time to listen to the music

Traveled through madness, shackled to sadness of broken memories

Wandered the stages, conquered the changes of life's hidden mysteries

Planned my escape and cut through the red tape of a sturdy prison gate

I ignored the road signs, tackled troubled times of a winding highway

Race the hands of time, seek in your mind, you will find

Race the hands of time, fly high, color blind, against the hands of time

Played a dangerous game, mastered the pain of an endless maze

Seared over dark clouds, diminished all my doubt of life's uncertainties