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The hours pass,
Like the sand inside the glass,
And we never will escape,
The life that is our fate.

For though we may attempt,
To shape our own ways,
The lines are already set,
As to the limits we must stay.

As each grain of sand does fall,
And our purpose we do know,
Will our courses become clear?
And will time passing be our fear?

The minutes slip on by,
Like the sand within our eyes.
For were unable to evade,
The days passing on there way.

Never to return,
Another day is burned,
And the sand we do not see,
Will complete our destiny.

Our years, will never last,
But are sliding to the past,
And the heartaches of this wake,
Of our lives and our mistakes,
No one can retrieve,
But they'll define who we will be.

Our end is coming near,
When we all must face the fear,
Of the ending of our life,
But God's judgment,
Will be right.