The Sands of Time

The sands of time drift slowly by

One grain at a time

Measuring up loneliness

In small piles left behind

A time and a season for everything

And to every dog, his day

Give me something to believe in

I get down on my knees and pray

Winds of change upon the air

Blowing harder now

Greet the changes with no fear

Where it leads

There you must follow

Time won't wait for any man

You can't speed up the clock

Its alright or its all wrong

Hickory, dickory, dock