Raindrops & Grave Plots

An old man with white hair Sitting in a chair with a white stare Pondering in the breeze of the night air Thinking back on the past of his early life When he still had his pearly whites When he would argue and surely fight He was young, he was dumb, he was ruthless It makes him grin with a grin so toothless Cause that was back in his past where his youth lives So many regrets, can he get a little wish To back in time so he could relive Before his birthday candle flickers out in the wind Just a grain of sand in the hourglass Everyday watch the hours pass Making today the day of our past Until tomorrow is our last Just a grain of sand in the hourglass Everyday watch the hours pass Making today the day of our past Until tomorrow is our last An old lady with gray hair Looking out the window with a blank stare Pondering in the breeze of the day air Looking back on her past at a young age When her beauty was defined by her young face When she was still stuck in her dumb ways She had beauty, but had addictions Had homes, but was evicted Never got to follow her ambitions So many regrets, can she rewind the tape And go back to a better time and place Before she let all her dreams float away Just a grain of sand in the hourglass Everyday watch the hours pass Making today the day of our past Until tomorrow is our last Just a grain of sand in the hourglass Everyday watch the hours pass Making today the day of our past Until tomorrow is our last Life is like a little raindrop Here today, gone tomorrow when the pain stops When it soaks in the ground where the grave rots When it soaks in the ground where the grave rots Life is like a little raindrop Here today, gone tomorrow when the pain stops When it soaks in the ground where the grave rots When it soaks in the ground where the grave rots