• Each Grain holds the hopes of
    What was once enough to bleed
    through onto stained time in which
    our hours float.

    Tearing out atrocities, buried
    in the sand, Laughing plainly for the
    dawn, Do we still hold each others'
    hand?

    Oh, I've seen the mercy
    Given, Commanded to a safer place, Balanced
    thoroughly this time, Keeping a still kind
    of grace.

    Moving faster leaves the past
    where it lay, And I watched the
    present slip away, For another day,
    Before it fades sway.

    Looking on, Beyond the dawn
    which is creeping up upon us each
    time, each time more faster than the
    last, Watched as our hours past,
    Watch as our hours pass