Time is as a winding wind... 
No concept of beginning nor end
Dependant on time there is more or less... 
Time is running... no time for rest.

Time is not promised or given everyday
Yet, out of ignorance,
Often we say, "Not now... later..."
I really don't care!

Time is of the essence... 
Tomorrow was never there.
Deeply and sorrowfully 
He hung down his head...

The woman of his rib... the one he wed.
Slowly, sadly, she slipped away in bed...
Now only thought's danced in his head

Where is my Queen, my lover, my friend?
I never said I'm sorry... 
This can't be the end!

With great anger and sorrow... ripping 
Through his chest.... 
He kissed the rise and fall of her breast    
Never again will I feel her touch
See her laugh... smile... our play fights and such.

That funny little look she got when mad...
She was the only one that calmed me - man, that's bad!
She'll never know and I never did say...
God, oh God... give me time!  Let her stay!

In a crazed fit he began to shout
Blaming God for no way out!
In his soul he believed if he just loved her again

Everything he said would erase every sin.
He grabbed her, rubbed her, whispered in her ear
Remembering the times she ask him to share.

Violently he shakes her
Desiring to make love... as her body fell limp
Her hands white as doves.

I need time! I need time! to make this thing right.. 
Why take her...
I'm the sinner... she's a good wife.

Hours and Hours he sat at her side... now time didn't matter
Especially on the ambulance ride.
It was the longest ride he'd ever see... life with his wife
It will never be. 
No more time.