But I let it slip away.
I found a grain of sand.
But it slipped right through my hand.
I climbed a mountain to its peak.
Looking for the things I seek.
I found a mirror and in its reflection.
I saw many imperfections.
I search for things that used to be.
And all I found was only me.
I found a sunset bright and red.
But it was gone when I turned my head.
I found a friend and all the things.
That a friendship often brings.
But sometimes friendships slip away.
Deep into your yesterday's.
As you search for all life's things.
Find the song that you must sing.
Make it pleasant to your ears.
And look back through all your years.
And you'll find the things that matter most.
Like the Father, The Son, And The Holy Ghost.