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Year of the Sand

For how many days I have to wait
When I can feel I'm in control
They told me it might be too late
Youth was stolen, you're growing old

So we know the sand is falling
Time I had is now running out
Once I heard the calling
And it's you I live without

The year of the sand is upon me
This is how it was meant to be
Poet once could touch the lightning
But all he helds in his hands is nothing

Power that once lived in him
Became his curse, pain so blinding
One who can't control the time
Is me, who has to die

Now, that I have to live in this hell
There is no glory, one sad story, farewell
Everything I ever had
Is now buried in the sand


c. Joni "Nonno" K.