Time in a bottle measured by sand
Grains which are counted by only God’s hand
A measure of life, to laugh and to cry
A sand clock that drips with time passing by
No ticking is heard as the minutes do pass
As gritty grain drops down in the glass
A time to remember; a time to forget;
A time to live with no sad regret
A treasure so silent, as it flows through
That bottle of time which is measured so true.
Time can be stolen and the grains don’t last
They are counted but once in time’s hourglass.