The sun dies in its glory, and so the night begins.
The moon will shine, and so will pull the tide both out and in.
Once again, snowflakes will spin and flutter on a silent pair of wings and it shows me the impermanence of things.
A mother walks with a little kid in the waves and on the sand.
I stand and cry and smile to see them laughing hand in hand.
My mother cannot hold me now but I still hear the lullaby she sings.
She sings of the impermanence of things.
And you’ve got your cotton candy on the carousel of time.
Take the pony, and the tiger, and the seahorse for a ride.
At break of day, the stars will fade to deep resplendent color,
But as the years go by I feel my senses growing duller.
So I’m making up the difference by just watching what each tiny moment brings and it shows me the impermanence of things.