Life By The Hourglass

Sand spins in the glass,marking every turning hour.
Grain by grain the moments pass,watching from the tower.
Waiting for the turn of seasons,
Watching the world go by.
Looking for convincing reasons,
Trying to see through the lie.
Spinning fast,now it's done.
The glass is broken,your wings shaken free.
Shards of the past on the floor with the gun.
Life finally woken,you can fly out over the sea.

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