The Hourman

T H E ~ H O U RM A N

Change or be changed, we now have a choice for the future

The Hourman is leading us towards

limited time

In the wind that changed time,

I have lost my mind,

See the crowd that lost their gloom,

I sit in my empty room,

Stored the face, Sat in the ice,

Watched by TV, gathered like mice,

I sit here in my empty room.

Show the sand, the hour man, stormed my head & my hand,

Been through trees that looked beyond,

I can’t see much over there,

I sit in my room and stare,

Catch some Poet talking sweet, I can’t listen,

I sit in my room and weep.

In the face of open span, I stand,

Catch the rays as he Hypnotizes me,

Into his open arms, I cry, I weep,

I walk towards him, As he showers me with Gold,

A prize I’m told,

Catastrophic Under Mine, Where I walk I keep my time,

I sat through rushes of the cold,

I dragged breath from my empty romm,

The light was bright, I was in need,

God shined on me and I was freed,

No longer stuck in my empty tomb.

In the face of thy command, I stand,

Catch his rays as they Hypnotize me,

Into his open arms, I cry, I weep,

I walk towards him, As he showers me with Gold,

A prize of times old, Ooh OOO Ooh OOO.