Only In Sand

A clashing of righteous opposing views Sends a tremor through the pair. With a change of identity just to make due, And the foul stench of argument coming through the air. Your speeches are the bloodhounds that relentlessly chase The prisoner that doesn't regret his folly. He's running at a very intrepid, fast pace, You don't let him go, even if it is his calling. Your daughters despise you and your son is drifting From the mother who can't control her emotions. You can't tell what's real in the sand that you're sifting, But that doesn't matter it belongs in the ocean.