We watch as the micro-wave ticks down the time
awaiting the ending moment marked by chime
second by second the clock ticks down
as thoughts of lifes' end brings a frown

For just a fleeting moment we think of the end
coming swiftly, just around the bend
when death over takes and we come to the river
and once again, up our spine rushes a shiver

As we think of that crossing into deaths' unknown
are we living our lives under the Bloods' atone?
Or do we stand and realize how quickly the chore
counted by seconds, the wait now o'er

In horror we realize lifes' fleeting dash
how clumsy through our time we crash
knowing from birth it was counting down
soon the trump - lifes ending sound

A whole life through
our time on earth flew
second by second
Second By Second