You created this heart, You were the oscillator, and controller,
To give regulation when I was still connected to the main energy source.
You made sure my gear train, and mesh gears worked in sync perfectly,
You gently wound my key to tighten the mainspring, making my gears stay in rotation.
You rocked me softy to swing my pendulum to ensure that I could keep time in perfect precision,
Clockmaker, amazing job of all time.

Why did you tho, after all the loving care and time to create me and get me ticking,
Why did you offset the pendulum, why did you bend my gears, why did you over wind my key?
Why did you let me rust and pull away the oscillator and controller?
You plucked at my gears with a pin till they were off kilter,
You stomped on me and broke my glass casing, the protector of my once finally tuned parts.

Why my Clockmaker, would you destroy my with such ease?
Build me up and tear me down to varying degrees,
Leave me broke, unusable, unwanted, destroyed and disregarded.
It left my with no energy, no springs, to torn were my gears inside.
No clockmaker you are at all.

I can't keep time, I don't tic nor talk, you damaged beyond thinking there would be repair.
And now here we sit, you still hold all the tools a clockbreaker needs.

Mother Mother clockmaker, Why did you make something so beautiful, Only to rip it apart?
I am trying to repair my own gears, swing my own Pendulum, be my own oscillator and controller.
Get me un-sprung, and wind my own key, but it is not easy you see to finely tune your own heart.

Mother why did you bother to make me at all, and tear me apart?
I got it going, it's shines like it once did, it doesn't swing in good time,
The gears still get stuck, I wind the key.. what I can reach, and pieced back the glass.

Clockmaker, my heart doesn't work to good but it is better than no heart at all.


This is not now.... don't swing backwards...... (yes I hugged myself..that's ok too) I dunno feels awkward. :/