The more easily it slipped,
The hand never held the sand
For more than a split second.
I can't contain it,
I can't control it,
I can't have a plan,
It flies with wind.
I made my castle
I raised my flag
Came a wave and,
All became just sand.
It got washed away,
If not blown away,
It never remained,
Never lasted long.
It harbored snakes,
Was home to scorpians
That bit me & stung me,
Wounded, I will always be.
But some voice divine,
Tells me that the pain
It will be healed
By these very sands,
The sands of time.....
