Our sands

We go around and around in circles we go,
where our minute hand stops we dont know.
We are here for tody,
as for tomorrow we are never sure.
we sit here passing the time away dwelling on the past things that don't matter while our hour glass sands pour rigth on through.
We have no one to blame but ourselves.
For the things that we missed out on we can never get them back.
oh for the things we missed, we missed them together.





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