When my love slips away like the sand through the fingers,
Like the Sun through the leaves, early morning delight,
Fills the heart with the pain, trembling heart that yet lingers,
Turning daylight to dark, once so cheerful and bright,
Never mind my defeat, I’m alive and still breathing,
Even though the eyes aren’t so green any longer,
There are ways to rebuilt and to cover with sheathing,
What does not kill us dead only makes us be stronger