I know a thing, which is always on
Never waits for any man to take a
I know a thing, which determines a
Never relents in making a man.
With this, man’s life is measured.
From the day he is born,
Till he leaves without a treasure,
And seconds, ticking till he is
The hardworking ones make good use
Utilizing it to their advantage.
The lazy ones, neglect it,
Leading eventually to a
There is a demon on the loose,
Snatching time from people.
Have big horns like a moose,
Murdering the time of people;
Who can save us from this evil?
Who delays the good use of time?
Who can save us from this devil?
Who make us lay waste our time.
I tell you, only you!
Can release yourself from its bondage.
To be just and true;
Or else leave yourself in bandage!
Time, sometimes in favour
Of those who have the luck of it
It brings harvest to those who use
And all those that labour
Leaving those who neglect
In abject Regret
As that demon rejoices
Over those who never made good
To this, i implore,
Never allow it dwell in your abode
As for a moment you might enjoy,
But in the end; suffering on your
Written by Rowland Emmanuel