I can feel her slipping,
slipping away.
I can see her eyes,
are turning grey.
Like the clouds,
on a stormy day.
Why can't there be,
another way?

Rougher than the stormy seas.
She tries to battle this disease.
But it will take her,
take her with ease.
All I can do is pray on my knees.

Can you answer?
Answer me!
Answer my prayers,
answer my pleas.
All I ask you,
is that you take me.
But don't take her,
she has much to see.

I am not asking,
this is a demand.
I know you're God,
and I'm just a man.
But I have done,
all that I can.
And time continues,
to slip through my hands.

Slipping through my hands,
slipping through my hands,
time continues,
to slip through my hands.
Through my hands,
her life, like sand,
slips away.

Where were you God?
I needed you God.