The clock is ticking faster now
The hammer’s dropping to the ground
The sun is rising in the east
The vultures on their route to feast.
The steeple’s guiding me towards
The greater path with great rewards
The glue has set so long ago
The sum of all this massive growth.
The trumpets sound outside my head
The remnants of the old are dead
The wrongs are right and truth be told
The pre-conceptions plan foretold.
The shadows clear, the shadows fall
The soon completion overhaul
The writing on the wall replete
The overcoming of defeat.