A million shovel fulls of sand,
and this is not the life I'd planned.
Yet every raindrop on my head
Reminds me of the way things play.
The way somebody's point of view,
leads us down a different road.
The way life teaches something new,
from the cradle to the grave.

A million shovel fulls of sand,
plucked from Dublins sacred soil.
Reminds me of a distant past.
Reminds me of a different age.
The cobble stones.
The memories.
Lost amongst it all.
The raindrops that fell upon my head,
have been the ones
that made me strong.