My life is slipping slowly, Like tiny grains of sand
Held too loose by fingers of a cruel, uncaring hand.
My youthfulness has left me, precious moments passed me by.
No one ever notices the bitter tears I cry.
Alone in life I find myself, afraid to feel or see,
Wanting to stay safe from harm, yet wanting fast to flee.
Wishing to be timeless like the never-ending sands,
Tossed upon the winds of life to someone's caring hands.
There I would be safe from harm, protected, loved, secure,
Preserved by someone's selfless love, a timeless love so pure.
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