Time takes it all
Doesn\'t it
It takes the physical presence
It takes the dreams, the hope
Like sand and gravel washing down a slope
It takes the memories of love, of hate
The sadness that wore things down
The happiness that built things up
The ground that covered you up
In the end
One day a finger may extend
And point to a world that once was
That you were once part of
But even that will crumble away
As time brings yet another day