Every grain of sand
In the time of my confession,in the hour of my deepest needWhen the pool of tears beneath my feetflood every newborn seedThere’s a dyin’ voice within mereaching out somewhereToiling in the dangerand in the morals of despair
Don’t have the inclinationto look back on any mistakeLike Cain, I now behold this chainof events that I must breakIn the fury of the momentI can see the Master’s handIn every leaf that trembles,in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgenceand the weeds of yesteryearLike criminals, they have choked the breathof conscience and good cheerThe sun beat down upon the stepsof time to light the wayTo ease the pain of idlenessand the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorwayof temptation’s angry flameAnd every time I pass that wayI always hear my nameThen onward in my journeyI come to understandThat every hair is numberedlike every grain of sand
(INTERLUDE)
I have gone from rags to richesin the sorrow of the nightIn the violence of a summer’s dream,in the chill of a wintry lightIn the bitter dance of lonelinessfading into spaceIn the broken mirror of innocenceon each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footstepslike the motion of the seaSometimes I turn, there’s someone there,other times it’s only meI am hanging in the balanceof the reality of manLike every sparrow falling,like every grain of sand