The Great Reformer

The swift wing of time

Restoreth all

There come the weary days of mourning

Filled with pain, anguish and despair

Casting a dark Spectre of gloom

But at the dawn of another lapse

Are all carried away

By the swift wings of time

Like the flip and glide of an eagle.

The broad wing of time

Subsumed all

There come the reign of status quo

Holding sway for decades, nay centuries

Giving monotony a crown

But at the dawn another era

Are all subsumed

By the deepest gorge of time

Like a sweeping flood

Submerging altitudes and terrains.

In the motionless motion of time

We found our lost voices

And regain our lost hopes

For time is a great reformer.