Sand crumbles to glass
Glass births a stone
The Stone greets a hand thrown in anger

Hand becomes a body
Body returns to sand
The Sand holds no memory of it's maker

I want to yell and to scream
But my lungs won't hold air
My eyes would flow like a stream
But there's no water there

And the days pass me by,
Though there's not many left
Can only breathe deep and sigh
Hold tight all that's left, bereft.

Drifting beneath the waves,
The water lifts me like a stone.
Holds me in it's soft embrace
As if to carry me home.

A grain of sand, I ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.

Close my eyes, lose myself
To the rushing in my ears.
Leave behind this earthly shell,
The world fades and disappears.

A grain of sand, I ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.