so fleeting was our time
so little was our life
we met we lived we died we loved

time flows fast
the sand keeps falling
and this hourglass sadly cannot be turned
this life is timed

we know not how many grains
are in our glasses
we cannot say when
it remains a hidden secret
a demise we can never predict

doctors say tomorrow
psychics say yesterday
the stars say it may be years
yet just as quick as we came to this world
we part on our own
in our own set out time.

the room of time
is unknown but to one
and He is the Keeper of lives
and the Watcher of our sands
and though some hourglasses are small
some fair tall
the time flows constantly

till the last grain passes through.
and life… stops.