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I feel my life slipping through my fingers like sand.

The hour glass is broken and time won't stay in my hand.

I need another plan,

I'm wasting time at the shore,

Looking at all the sand already lying on the floor,

And watching big waves ride

And settling by my feet.

I realize that big fears

Can come to their defeat,

But if I don't chance it,

I will never move to other land

I'll be in the same place,

Looking at the same old sand.