In silence I wait,
For my inevitable fate,
The time ticks away,
In this state I cannot stay.
The sand is trapped behind the glass,
In which it counts my time to pass.
For every grain that falls in time,
The life I live is less defined.
The cause of such situation remains,
A mystery covered by many pains.
So as I sit in silence and wait,
The savior I yearned for is much too late.
My time has passed,
The flame extinguished,
The silence I sit in is finally finished.