not when you die

Life seems like an hour glass,
ticking away until my last breath,
quick someone knock it over,
so I can continue breathing.

you knever know how much time is left,
until it's gone.
life seems so dull and gray,
when you come in then die.

that dosn't matter it's the time,
inbetween all the screams,
the time espent loving, crying, hurting and healing.
when you know that's athe best.

stop don't touch the pretty little hour glass,
that has my name under it.
no longer am i afraid to die,
as i know what counts,
the time inbetween.