24 Hours, 27.6.07

There is nothing I can do
Nothing but crying
Crying doesn't help
Crying can't stop time
Nothing can stop time

It runs through my hands
Like sand in the clock
I can see how it runs out
There is so much I want to do
But nothing I do

I'm crying
There is no comfort
Nothing to change

What's left are memories
What's coming unknown
What's now runs by to become a memory

Nothing can stop time
The clock is ticking
Every day has 24 hours