Hollow Hands-Daylight Dies

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