Lifeline.

Days grow shorter and
Nights grow longer
The summer weeks drain away
Childhood drains away

I used to have this notion
That I could make time last
As long as I wanted it to
But reality is a sharp sting

Time cannot be ruled
And as we grow older
I swear each day is shorter
Than the last

Trying to hold on
Is like grasping a stream of water
Yet it's your lifeline
And you're screaming don't let me drown

But now and then
Memories float by
And we hold tight,
Please don't fade away

We can dry the flowers
And here they are
But we can never bring them
Back to life.