Well you ride with the sun
You ride with the wind
You burn and burnout
Before you begin
Theres no such thing as
time
You pass right on by
But only once in a lifetime
I hope to see you in heaven
The things that come once
Are in overabundance
But we fail to ever take notice
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
Open your gate for the grains
that we bake
But dont let fate escape
Pay respect to each moment
At least where it went
And, Ill see you in heaven
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
Like Sand
Dont waste this photograph
It may be your last chance
To hold the wind and dance
Let optimism guide
Although everythings
meaningless in life
And fades with the echo of the
chime
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
Im the one holding your
hand
As it slips through my fingers
like sand
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