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.
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