Slipping through my hand
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But it's slipping through my hand
For every laugh and smile
And every shout or tear
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot hold it here
A flawed yet perfect jigsaw
Of nights that turn to day
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But I cannot make it stay
A million precious memories
Each A grain of sand
I try, I fight, I hold on tight
But you're slipping through my hand
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