The Sands of Time

Time is like fine grains of sand

No matter how hard you try, it slips through your hands

You try to grab it

You try to hold on

But still, it won't fit

And suddenly it's gone

The same grain of sand can never be found again

Just like you can't relive way back when

It's hard to hear, and I would know

But that's just the way it goes

Sometimes you fall

Sometimes you cry

Sometimes you hit a wall

And sometimes you cry

Eyes open on their first day, and close on their last

So, what have we to gain by living in the past

For time is like fine grains of sand

You'll never hold this piece again