Staub Stof

Fine grains of particles are all that remains,
When footprints of time take its toll,
A heartbeat will cease to exist,
When the body has given all it has to give,
Ash will form and dust will disperse,
When the clock turns towards a journey away,
A soul will live in all that once was,
When sleep becomes eternal falling sands,
Ashes to ashes...

staub to stof.