Take Your Time 4

In the shadow of a clock, time stands still,A weary soul rests, lost in the chill.Seconds tick by on a weathered face,Each moment a whisper, a fleeting trace.A hand to her eye, she hides from the night,Caught in the silence of a world turned to white.Cracks in the wall, stories untold,Echo the past, memories unfold.She waits for the dawn, for time to repair,The wounds of the heart, the burdens of care.In the stillness of hours, she finds her grace,A silent vigil in this timeless place.