time is a thief

another day of sorrow
another day of grief
time is ours to borrow
and time is a thief
waiting at your front door
the question: when and how
I'm anguished by your passing
it tells me I'm living now

I do not go to graveyards
if I have a choice
I'm always interrupted
by the sound of my own voice
there's crying in the chapel
there's mercy in the prayers
I'm awakened by your departure
I makes me know I care

one fine day my ashes
will be scattered on the tide
and time and space and reason
will all be on my side
and I will rest easy
and suffering will cease 
time is ours to borrow
and time is a thief