Futile

Futile

Though hanging onto you is Futile, I tighten up my grip, but no matter how hard I try still through my hands you slip

I can wrap myself around you, or bind you down so tight, nothing seems to work, you're gone by the end of every night

I try to hold onto you but the sands of time slip by, I know I can't stop the clock, however hard I try

I know I can beg and plead you to stay, but still you leave my bed, left in tears of loneliness by the dream girl from my head

Is there really anyway I could make my dream girl stay, so she wouldn't just disappear and pergaps share with me a day

But the sands of time continue to run, the clock moves on another tick, a night isn't long enough, it's over far to quick

Please God slow the sands of time, if only for a while, I know you won't answer my prayer, my wishes are Futile

Ron