A grain of sand, a breath of life

Past, present and future
Need to the call of its constant spell
They very essence of life is questioned
with each setting sun, with the light of each new dawning day

The sunrise sends its greetings and feigns a promise
May good tidings steer the uncertain path
Sunset, it came so quickly there wasn't a chance
and the moon laughs, your daytime dreams
cannot be fulfilled through sleep
The dreams of the present are the same dreams of many past years
Still unfulfilled after all this time
brought to your knees by the crippling sands that devour
Race until the end
Suffocate on the slow kill that perpetually damns

Time is eternally falling
Never to repeat itself in perfect symmetry
Breathe in the malice, release a part of your soul

Entranced by silence
the deafing silence once more
Destined to drown again
Cursing the future, damning the present
living in the past, forever haunted
By what could have been, by what once was had
The hourglass quickenes, caught in the spell of the sands

Each grain of sand takes with it a breath of life
Each breath of life takes with it a moment in time never recaptured
Each dawn, possibly the last dawn
Dusk may be eternal