Sand

The sands of time
Are running through my fingers
The grains of life do not linger
And now I'm walking with the death bringer
To the edges of my mind

Through my hands
My youth Has long since slipped
The winds of change have caused a drift
But still I must sift
Through the mountains of sand

But no matter how hard I try
I can never seem to find
The place inside my mind
Where I can relax and unwind
To the lie down and die

And when the last grain
Takes its fall
And I am reduced to a crawl
I can hear my thoughts call
Feel no pain

And I'm paralyzed
I cant move everything
I cant feel anything
I'm thinking nothing
Except Am I dead or alive

But I'm not scared
Ive made my peace
I can finally see
The pleasure of my disease
Ive said my prayers

Life was hard
But now its gone
I'm moving on
To the sweet angels song
Played on a glorious golden harp