The Waiting World

Nothing bothers me at midnight The darkness hides the waiting world And like the man upon the ladder The truth is never felt or heard The shadow waits upon the wall For its owner to return The clock that measures time in minutes Shows the time that we all fear And though the proof is there before us We think that we have learned Eternity is all it shows us Its hand will never turn When the sun never sets on a waiting world And the shadows of death speak their words Loud and clear though never heard In the gallery of lives lost His picture hangs upon the wall If his picture were a painting Its thousand words speak out of war When the sun never sets on a waiting world And the shadows of death speak their words The clock that measures time in minutes Shows the time that we all fear Eternity is all it shows us Its hand will never turn And the sun never sets on a waiting world And the shadows of death speak their words And the sun never sets on a waiting world And the shadows of death speak their words Loud and clear though never heard The sun never sets on a waiting world