November - "Slipping through our hands" |
Here in this place we trust the fruit of our love to the sand and the wind We have to return what has been a part of us for such a short time Back to the same old earth that has given birth to all of us as we stand here alone Who can help us now to deal with the silence in this moment of unbearable pain The fruit of our love Left us today Slipping through our hands And blown away We were not prepared to make this sacrifice no one can describe what we going through Oh we have seen the tears in other people's eyes but at this point I cannot cry What are we supposed to do with the rest of our days I cannot understand how others found a way Soon we will arrive in a place that we called home With empty hands and nothing left to live for The fruit of our love Left us today Slipping through our hands And blown away |