Steps In Sand
by The Rocking Horse Winner· from State Of Feeling Concentration
The years pass by like songs in my memory.
Like steps in sand.
I know that I've been there.
Like days that don't end.
I know that we've been there.
If they don't show, if they don't know, how could this all be true, when life strikes down on them?
As the wind passes by, lifting us in the end.
The years pass by and I know that I've been there.
Like steps in sand.
I know that we'll be there.
If they don't show, if they don't know, how could this be?
A true tragedy.
When life strikes down on them, and everyone's time is at hand.
As the wind passes by again, don't let it fade away.
Don't let it blow away.
Wind carries the sand that lifts us up in the end.