Eleventh Hour

There is a Master in the hall
A keeper of time
A fixture on the wall

Driving us - forcing us on
Reminding us when to rise - when we're late
When to rest

With a sing-song chime we're both-blessed by keeping promises
Cursed with accusations of forgetfulness and irresponsibility

Mending the broken and reminiscing the lost in perfectly synchronized nagging

No faith, no policy, no purchase necessary

The Master rules all

When chance comes to visit (he can never stay long) the rules can bend a little
but the game continues on - until the final hour

There is no real goal
and sooner than you think

The master will be no more