One day you will find a letter
 Words escaping form a drowning man
 Giving in
 Losing hope
 Surrendering
 To the hands of time 

 So hard to see what's leaving you
 The youth draining from our eyes 

 So hard to feel what's killing us
 The slow, collapsing of our lives 

 My hands have lost their substance
 They slowly lose all shape before my eyes
 Always shaking
 Always thinning
 Always numb
 Always fading
 In the light of day