These fragile vessels are gone away too soon
Oh do not ask me why
What are you and I, but shadows of the moon
That dance under the sky?
These moments we have, like raindrops in your hand
Which sparkle for a day
Are gentle dreams of beauty we barely understand
But dreams must fade away
From eternity we purchase a thimbleful of years
And oh, how high the price
Yet every moment, though paid for with our tears,
Is worth the sacrifice