Since the beginning towards the end,
The sands of time never remain in hand.
With fists so tight and hands of glue,
But sands of time slips out of the blue.
The wonders all around are so amazing,
But they are the sands of time, which we are chasing.
The air so dense and horizon so wide,
With disappearing sands we all survive.
The water so black, the people so dull,
Within sands it’s our lives we pull.
The history speaks aloud about those dead corpses,
But trapped in the vicious circle, the time’s forces.
The life and death and the deaths and lives,
Among the sands the spirits are only alive.
The world full of knots and tangles,
Within sands watching us are angels.
With our hands outstretched,
Eyes burnt to color so red.
The mouth torn open for water and bread,
All over the earth those sands are widespread.