Sand Is In My Eye (To Vandetta)

I still feel my life like sand through your fingers Falling in the winds swish and rumble of the world And in every grain of my being lingers Still the roar of pain in the silence where I am hurled Sand is in my eye, Each grain a different memory Salt the tears I cry, Each pain a different history I dreamed of you all my life, and desired that you yield Only long enough for me to yield my all to you But just when love rose like a Babel me, I could not seal Your faith in simple truth, nor pride my care renew We were as broken as a tide Each drift of separation became more wide Ah, but it was not you nor I at fault for fear but us For in all the time we loved before we came to this With only a fragment of the self and full of old dust And broken in the place where life stores its bliss Today I think, would I have given all before To sit on sand and watch us united as we soar You rushed me into it, and there my weakness began For somehow I see in soaring birds also a dance And every dance is perfect when led by the man. And shall I learn again to be strong now, and find my chance Sand is in my eye, each grain a different memory Salt the tears I cry, each pain a different history.