The melody
The ebb and flow
Of this symphony
Rides me throughout
Time and destiny
As I sit here
Trying to grasp
Just a little peace
Of a little piece
The day I swore I knew the sand
Still and motionless
It pulled me quick
Underneath
Into the darkness of understanding
Where blue has now paled
And comrades have disappeared
Abandon shackles of misplaced heros
Where time has no pulse
I listen without ears
I feel only a dim light
Like the trickle from the spicket
Where we played in our youth
Bare feet brave without proof
The constant dripping
Something to count on
A bet we would always win
This is the presence of my savior
In the blackness
His perfect tears
Washes all my pain and sin.