Every Grain Of Sand

In the time of my confession

In the hour of my deepest need

When the pool of tears beneath my feet

Flood every newborn seed

There’s a dying force within me

Reaching out somewhere

Toiling in the danger

And the morals of despair

I don’t have the inclination

To look back on any mistake

Like Cain I now behold a chain

Of events that I must break

In the fury of the moment

I can see the master’s hand

And every leaf tat trembles

And every grain of sand

All the flowers of indulgence

And the weeds of yester year

Like criminals, they helped choke the breath

Of conscience and good cheer

The sun beat down upon the steps

Of time to light the way

To ease the pain of idleness

And the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway

Of temptation’s angry flame

And every time I pass that way

I’ll always hear my name

Then onward in my journey

I come to understand

That every hair is numbered

Like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches

In the sorrow of the night

In the violence of a summer’s dream

In the chill of a wintery light

In the bitter dance of loneliness

Fading into space

In the broken mirror of innocence

Of each forgotten race

I hear the ancient footsteps

Like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there

Other times it’s only me

I’m hanging in the balance

Of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling

Like every grain of sand