Time is a thief
In the hush of the night
It slips through your fingers
Unseen in its flight
Moments go missing—
No trace, no relief
You don’t even notice
The work of the thief
Time is a thief
With a cruel, quiet hand
It steals from your life
What you thought you had planned
The laughter of children
Their innocent glow
Bartered for long hours
And debts you still owe
Time is a thief
As you turn every page
Silver threads in the mirror
Soft whispers of age
The house once loud with laughter
Now echoes when you roam
Dust settles on the doorframes
Of a long-forgotten home
You sift through fading photographs
Edges curled and worn
Searching for the life you lived
In moments time has torn
Oh, time—relentless wanderer
You take more than we know
Yet love remains behind us
In every heart it’s grown
And maybe that’s the answer
To all that time may steal:
To hold fast to one another
And cherish what is real.