There is always somewhere to go,

There is always something to do.

There is no time for hellos,

Sometimes we forget to say our goodbyes.

You know time is strange,

It slips through your fingers like fine sand.

You know time is strange,

One day you awake and the days are gone.

Count your days,

Measure the hours,

Time passes in a breath.

Count your blessings,

Each day is a gift,

One day you are here 

Tomorrow you may be gone.

Count your days

Measure the hours

One day you are running

The next you may be down.

The plans you make 

The dreams you have

They are like porcelain

A careless gust of the wind

And they are broken.

We know not what tomorrow brings,

Follow the heart wisely,

And live the day.