Sands of time,
The impeccable, beautiful grains of it,
Slithered
through my fingers,
even before I could see,
and clutch them,
firmly in my palm,
as mine…
as mine…
Blown away,
by the winds of destiny,
I can see the divine glory of it,
through a drop of tear,
on another shore,
where I can't seem to know
how to go.
In pure devotion I seek,
Winds of destiny,
bring back what’s mine, to me.