As the sands of time do swiftly pass,
How often are these questions asked?

Where are we now, what have we got,
Is what we have worth what we lost?

Has fame and fortune been our crutch,
Have we asked our loved ones far too much?

With in this world of mortal sin,
Can we wipe clean the slate and start again?

As the sands of time do disappear,
Who will remember we were here?