I want to feel solidarity in your touch
I want you to feel love in mine

I will do so as such
I will not let time

Slip... Slip.. Slip

Through my fingers
As your skin turns to dust

Returns to molten hands
Ones which disintegrated love

Ones which turned your heart to sands

That Slip....Slip...Slip

Into the winds with which it ran
To the worlds end
Traversing every land

But I wait for your return

As a tree
Our roots of love entangled, roots on which we stand.