When Time

When the ghost, is haunting,
When the fire, is burning,
When the wheels, are turning,
Will you feel, my yearning?

When time, is slowing,
And the trees, are growing,
When the river's flowing,
And the boat is rowing,

When the fields, are sowing,
And the world, is screaming,
And the good, is leaving,
And the life, is fading,

And the fire, is burning,
And hell, is raising,
And I am dieing,
Will you be there?

-Chris S