Our clock

[O.P.A.L]

oh how the gears spin and sing
that once sweet melody that brought so much peace
oh that lovely sound
but the rust wants to stay
that which will take our song away
that horrid screech
how are ears and eyes bleed
oh to take that song away
to take that precious thing
that rust wants not
but needs and takes
how it takes all
oh how it made that ounce of peace fade
oh how it corrupted this clock
this old rusted thing

please remember
not for you
or me
but for the O.P.A.L.
its all we have
its all that's left
are only chance