The wind is blowing the sands of time. Grain by grain, slipping through my fingers. The ocean so deep, The ocean so blue, Is washing away all the shells of my life. The memories, only thoughts, The thoughts only birds flying in the forever gray sky. The sands, once warm and welcoming.. Are now cold and grey, with lost thoughts. Berried beneath.

It seems time has stopped. It seems it is dead. The clock will never again. Tick. Never tock.. Again.

The birds do not sing, They cry.. For all is lost, All is gone.

I will hold faith till you come Faith is the only thing I have Until you come Come back to me I will hold faith