Good times and bad times, all sand in a fist
People you love soon be gone like a mist
Your wings will be broken, then mended to fly
Count every smile, not tear that you cry

Count rainbows, not clouds, as the days go by
Our days are numbered from birth till we die
Each breath is a gift, a heartbeat no less
Let love and faith triumph when put to the test

This be not the end, the end is quite far
Keep sunlight locked in your memory jar
Time and loved ones just slip through your hand
Count smiles, not tears, for time is but sand