Living through the moments
the minutes mask in time
Shards of memory fall as seconds
upon the hours they combine
to pass this life of mine

Looking through the memories
my eyes have seen me through
Like whisps of smoke upon a breeze
moving silently empty hazy and blue
thats how I see myself for you

Passing through the future
my life builds as it goes past
Hope lives for todays own whim
in spite that yesterdays didnt last
and tomorrows may not come to pass

Longing through the hours
for the new sun to shine
Spending time as if its ours
I guess its all a pantomime
that lets me think this life is mine

Living through the memoirs
of a life made up of moments
The minutes pass as if upon a breeze
of hazy smoke so silent and empty
like my life passing through me

Looking through the hours
of a future my life has yet to pass
those seconds may never be ours
but we pretend theyre in our grasp
knowing the sunshine doesnt last

Longing for the future
where tomorrows hope is living
in spite it all remains a whim
it builds upon today what yesterday died giving
And I might think
in this battle for my life
Im winning