Time In My Hands
The time in my hands seem so long
Yet so short, my judgement went wrong...

The time in my hands are falling through,
Beneath the cracks,
Its falling through...

Like quicksand I soon sink into myself,
Always asking why,
Why, why, and why...

The time in my hands is ticking and its fading away,
But I'm so confused, can I stop this dismay?

The time in my hands will soon dissapear,
Will I fade away or will I reappear?

If I cease to exist but only in a state of mind
Is that where I shall go,
Sweet sacred time?

The time in my hands will soon pass me by,
Away in the heavens where angels will fly
Into the sky where life feels real,
Don't pass it away,
This brightful feel