I began to understand what it was to be a sand castle... sure it would have the sun shine upon it... but it's so weak and fragile, each small sand grain trying to hold each other together in one structure. Trying to hold together when gravity is bearing down, the wind is blowing hard and the tide is bearing in... And slowly slowly... every grain of sand begins to separate. Slowly slowly it begins to lose itself...
It was already hard facing so many difficulties but now it has to face a bigger difficulty, having to pull itself back together again. And it isn't hard to pull the pieces gravity separated back to the heart of the structure, no. It's hard to pull together pieces that were taken into the depths of the seas (and not the oceans) and the pieces that were blown to great lengths by the winds... and so when the sand castle finally did pull back together it found pieces of itself missing... not knowing that when it exposed itself whether willingly or unwillingly, knowingly or unknowingly, to such harsh situations... that it would be changed forever.

That blade took its time as it tried to saw through me
But those words had no problem slicing deep
I could have cried when the scarlet poured down my arm
But I waited till the world was fast asleep

I guess you didn't notice anything alarming
Or you ignored what you didn't want to see
I locked my demons with my secrets and I hid them well
Even though I wanted you to find the key

God who's gonna cry for me
Feel the pain, hurt inside with me
When I'm alone and the hurt is too heavy to hold
God who's gonna cry for me
God who's gonna pray for me
Shine a light, bring some hope to me
If no one dared pray for Satan as he fell from the Lord
Then God who's gonna pray for me

These days,
they aren't the same
not without your smile
held to such acclaim
These nights,
they aren't the same
not without your warmth
burning like a flame
And this season,
it never felt so cold
never quite the same
without you to here hold

They can't see the empty eyes behind her soulful laugh
They can't see the strained cheeks pulling at her stunning grin
They can't see the worn out face under her vibrant make up
They can't see the insecurity and doubt in her loud, confident voice
They can't see the blatant cries for help laced in her exaggerated tales
They can't see the broken home behind her loving stories
They can't see the  girl trapped in her head from the lively persona she eludes.

For she is an unwilling actress and her life is the show
And sadly it seems the show  **must to go on

Time does not wrinkle us,
As age is the mother of time.

Wrinkles are just the scars
One gets after the birth of time.