The sun is a fleeting thing
It rises in the morning
It lights our world as the day goes by
We work in its shadow and revel in its rays
But sometimes we want to cry
When the last light of day slips through our fingers.

Love is very rare
It's a feeling we all should share
Something that binds us to one another
But all too often in our lives we do nothing
As the love we should always feel for each other
Slips through our fingers.

Life is a gift to us all
It flows through the air we breathe
And dies in our tears when we grieve
Its in the food we eat, the wine we drink
But the laughter stops  sometimes
And life comes to a standstill
But unless we catch it in our fists
It will slip through our fingers.

Happiness comes and goes
When one will feel it, no one knows.
It is unpredictable as a tornado
It can so easily be muffled by storm clouds
When we let our happiness slip through our fingers.

No matter how poor a person is
Hope still lives in the ground they walk upon
The air flowing through their lungs.
It keeps the world round
and spinning around the sun.
It is the basis of happiness and love
and the one thing in life someone can never lose
unless they let it slip through their fingers.

But even then.
They can always catch it
Before it hits the ground.