In this world ever changing
We are like sands of time
Ever slipping,
Ever missing.
As the clock goes tick-tocking,
We go fall asleep
Slipping into vast spaces of our dreams.
Yet all its beauty is just passing
For a minute or two.
We are travellers ever travelling,
And we never meant to stay within this temporary case.
We are meant to fly
To where we could no longer slip and miss
Like those sands of time,
But stay in the hands
Of the One who created us
Until the end of time.