The sands of time drift about within the wind
Feel how it blows softly against the skin
Thoughts and feelings are but grains of sand
See how they sift gently from the hand

Words of love seem to have little meaning
but it is the hope of those still dreaming
They sometimes just leave us screaming

The sands of time blowing sublime
Caressing our soul with its passionate heat
As we search blindly to make us feel complete
Watch the ocean waves ebb and flow
rushing to drown us as it pulls us in the tow

The many times I see the foot prints
I still wonder if I am still being carried
Or have I lost my way as I wander aimlessly
into the fray.

I despise my bitterness and dismay
I feel so old and grey
I reflect upon my younger day
when love was a bit easier to play
Its just getting too hard today

So I shall gather a handful of sand
and let it drift softly out of my hand
and consider every grain is nothing
more than unanswered dreams
drifting in dried up streams

Why should I care for a face so fair
with flowing soft hair?
For they don't seem to care either
for a fool thread bare