Silver of one hour

Curse theres fleet hours
they fly right past us
we reach out to grasp them
but they slip through out fingers
If i could catch but one of these sweet precious hours
I'd hold onto it
and cherish it forever
I'd clutch it to my chest
cage it between my heart and my hand

This hour is all that we are given
this hour that
skips a minute for each second
every wasted second
brings us closer to the end of our hour
we reach out to gather more of them
and clutch them to us like shellfish fools
but this single lonely hour is that we catch
best to use it quickly
before it slips through out fingers