Analysis of Sifting Sand

I see another woman in my life,
 Sifting through my fingers like sand.
 Can I help her? Or will I push her away?
 I'm not a savior, but I would give anything to let her stay.
 I see myself helpless in her eyes, like a giant in a foreign land.
 Strong, but scared, not knowing where to turn.
 How do I touch her soul?
 How do I heal my heart?
 It scares me that I would lay my life down for someone,
 In exchange for just a smile and a loving touch.
 Wherever she may go and whenever I see her again…
 My hands are always here to hold the sifting sand.