Short Life, Short Time

Breathing as the time slips through my fingers as of sand,
Taking in tomorrow by step and giving my destiny a little hand,
I fight, I cry, I dance and smile with every grasp of softness,
Although I try, I know if I fail, I will make it through the darkness,

The stranger in my mirror seems so familiar with that stare,
So the curiosity fills my eyes with a weakness that I cannot bare,
Only human, yet so strong to take the steps I need,
Living each day for all the moments that my soul always feeds,

If I sleep tonight then tomorrow I wake and lead on the day as each day lived,
I sat on the waters as my skin got wet and I think I lost everything I had to give,
So I lay in the mud with my fingers so cold and my hair so dark with the lies I have told,
If I had nothing to need and nothing to want then maybe my soul could never be sold,

So I cross my fingers and hope for the best even though it seems like all the rest,
I gained the hope then forgot what I spoke and went back to living through this test.