Faith slowly, slowly has passed
Like sands in an Hour-Glass pour and blast.
The top gets empty, the bottom does remain.
All alone, its power drives me insane.
Preserving, after a self-induced beating
Ah, a granule of hope lingers, not quitting!
I hear my favorite love song,
So endearing, it can’t be wrong.
With strength I turn the glass,
To see power and faith heal my soul to relax.
The decent of sand gives me thrills;
So I keep turning the glass up in hills.
So frequently, to ride of my sorrow;
For today, or yesterday, even tomorrow!! …