A Sand In the Wind

There she go whisperin again no signs of love just signs of sin, a spirit of dust, but in this man, a last chance to atempt to take my hand, sorry I took so long, I new it would be, I told you this would come, I told you it be me, I have not long, i'll tell you why, its because you wished and chose to lie, all but we have is the tears of a cry, im almost gone just like a sand, in the wind that caught and take my hand, come with me I have a plan, like children on the playground you should have ran, your choice was made clear when you open the door, like scratches on my eyes, like a blinding soar, for your life is no more, you must follow me my love to heavens doors.