Pace,haste,hurry,rush all of these are what I've done
to get through life as best i could
To chance my hand and force with push
I guess that's why im here i trust!
But sitting there inside my mind
are Grains of sand the're falling down.

since my time all those years ago
those grains of sand are running low
I never dreamed I'd look at you,
with worried eyes distresses so true
But sands of time will not wait for me
SO WHAT NOW! I cant agree
I know not what to do with me.

I search my mind to free a thought of what to do now that i am Old
I missed my chance to do whats free
to explore the world of passage new
the grains they drain away so quick
I panic thinking IS THIS IT !
I'm paining with every grain that falls
the life that is ... has turned to was.