At last the end is near,
I crawl out of the rain
Father Time has gotten the best of me
I gain nothing but a wooden box
Like shoes being stored away
Top of the world, to the bottom of sea
Still I am but sand in Father Time's hourglass
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
At last the end is near,
I crawl out of the rain
Father Time has gotten the best of me
I gain nothing but a wooden box
Like shoes being stored away
Top of the world, to the bottom of sea
Still I am but sand in Father Time's hourglass
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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