Holding onto your hand like the sands of time
A grasp so tight but sands still pour
Time quickly slips through the fingers of mine
A fight for time, the continuous war
Fingers separate and as our backs turn
Ready for the walk home alone
My palm bare awaiting your return
Our moments run out, sand has flown
One grain of sand in my palm still remains
The moment that I shall dream of at night
Reminder of the longest goodbye till meet again
Like the star in the sky that’s shines so bright
And again its is time for us to again be a pair
Sand gathers for us to meet once more
Our moments again gather with none to spare
And as soon as we hold hands once again sands begin to pour
