The boy born with a clockwork heart ticked away as the gears ground and turned inside of him.
Father and mother were scared and kept him away in the clock tower,
tic-tock tick-tock, days running past like the hands of a clock he did wait until one day heâ€™s be free from himself.
The boy with the clockwork heart was forgotten by the people all around him, he stayed locked away grinding gears from day to day
New baby boy ands girl for the family below him,
he knew heâ€™d never quite be known by them
But still he stayed locked away, the gears inside him grinding round and turning.
Tick-tock-tick-tock years running past like the hands of a clock.
The boy with a clockwork heart listened to the sounds all below him, no longer a child he read the stars in the heavens like a book, all things forgotten and broken left with him in the tower, so high up above.
and away from those who left him, alone with the clocks and gears all around.
Tick-tock-tick-tock, stars running past like the hands of a clock.
The boy with a clockwork heart felt pain unlike ever before, confused he tried to call to those who forgot him
No answer the gears inside him broke through his back and made a spine-like tail
Skin turning green and white haired he grew scared on himself and all the ticking around him drove him mad.
Tick-tock-tick-tock his sanity ran fast like the hands of a clock.
The boy with the clockwork heart lay silently in the night, listening to the sounds and creaks around him and in his dreams he was met by a young boy, much like himself but pure.
he smiles and said heâ€™d never be the same again.
In the mirror past 12 a.m. heâ€™d be free only till 12 a.m. the next day.
Tick-tock-tick-tock the dreams ran fast like the hands on a clock.
The boy with the clockwork heart awoke dazed and confused.
Who was that boy? It was him
Who he could be if he only let himself be free and understand he is what he is and to love himself the same
He looked to the hands of the great clock and smiled, ever night heâ€™d be that man he saw and know the world around him unlike ever ever before.
Tick-tock-tick-tock the years ran by like the hands of a clock.
The boy with the clockwork heart tended the hands and gears as all moved on he stayed the same, unaging as time itself stood still.
Each night he became someone new a man of dreams and the light heâ€™d never known
Tick-tock-tick-tock he ran faster than the hands of a clock but never once stopped to regret or to hate
Tick-tock-tick-tock the world around him ran faster than the hands of a clock but he stayed the same.