Lost

It's lost
Long before I find it,
Long before I think its mine,
But still I know before I find,
I will lose it
My hands can't able to hold
My heart can't hold
But still I do
Extended my hands

The infinite flow, the flow of time,
Has taken that away,
With all my delights,
For ever and ever,

Still I do stand;
On this banks of times,
In hope of return of my delights,
For that they can never return.