Sand
Sand—nothing but sandLeft of the Diamonds in our handsTight—held on too tightUntil we crumbled the Prism's lightOh-I---should have knownOh-when---to let go…Why do we take take from a good thingUntil we break break it as far as it canThinking we'll make make it better but never can it be moreCan it be more than…
Sand—what good is sandWhen I wanted lastingWhen I needed solid landOh-we---bled it dryOh-we---let it die…
Why do we take take from a good thingUntil we break break it as far as it canThinking we'll make make it better but never can it be moreCan it be more—more--more …Than Sand…Sand…Sand.