Sand

Foot prints lead the way Screw it's that kind of day If I were to loose my life It would be Without strife Turn to sand Forget your plans Don't count your stresses Just count your blessings While the sun is on my back Run the summer through our hands I won't go to her house Cause she won't turn to the sand I wish I could keep the summer And hold it Hold it in my hands Turn to sand Forget your plans Don't count your stresses Just count your blessings While the sun is on my back Run the summer through our hands Turn to sand Forget your plans Don't count your stresses Just count your blessings While the sun is on my back Run the summer through our hands