• Through fingers you try to catch
    The sand, the water that marks your death.
    You cannot stop that which flows
    Endlessly continuing
    Unwinding ball of string,
    Of yarn that knits history
    Or mangled mess to be undone,
    To be seen and solved,
    Oh finally! Chaos calmed.
    Wondering with such curiosity
    For why such does it,
    Does life go on,
    Oh for what do we live
    When to die with lives half lived.
    Leave behind things yet done,
    Leave behind daughter and son,
    Leave behind our love, we're loved,
    Leave behind the life half lived.
    But why to live when fate is sealed,
    Is stating all true to end all the same,
    Tis definite fate for life to end with death,
    But life shall begin again...