

Did I ever see the happiest years while they were mine, or only after they vanished? Life slipped away like sand in my hands. I changed, yet never where it mattered. My true sin was not betrayal, but failing to notice the warmth before it was gone.
Did I ever see the happiest years while they were mine, or only after they vanished? Life slipped away like sand in my hands. I changed, yet never where it mattered. My true sin was not betrayal, but failing to notice the warmth before it was gone.