The sun goes down as yesterday
And time slips through my hands again
Rays of sunlight move through shadows
In the trees above me
And I realize it will never be like what it was then.
With each inch the sun sinks down
The sky becomes a different blue
The pink and gold slide out of sight
The cool breezes shift
Until the light of day has melted into night's hue.
Like sand through an hour glass
Each moment's fleeting life drops
From time that I have to time that is lost
And all I can do
Is look back wistfully on time that is naught.
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