Blowing and shifting,
Sands of forgotten dreams
Slip through the hand like water in a river.
And stretches behind forever in everlasting sorrow.
Every grain of sand,
Is the dream that's visited the underworld
And when the hour ended; time to go back.
The dream strayed, and instead
Turned to stone and down to dust.
Desert grains of sand,
All that's left of dreams.
Poor, lost, left, and empty
Become the start
Of a Slowly
Hardening
Heart...
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