Handful of Sand

by nielskunze on September 10, 2011

This is another one that needs a remix. We’ll get to it just as soon as we get our hands on the source tapes.

Handful of Sand

The loneliness of being just one
Always looking for the two
Infinity opens for the few
Who try to cast away themselves
And live in the stillness of their minds
And know that the endless shore’s just a handful of sand
That represents a world
As long as you try and touch it all
It slips through your fingers so fast… this handful of sand

The blood of the sun falls down
The wind licks the tears from the sea
Time knows nothing of the past
So we stand apart from it all
As children through the hourglass fall
Crying for a new handful of sand
That never can be found– and Gods never raise a tired eye–
They cast their doubts to the sky in a handful of sand

The beach stretches miles to the West
The East is a drawing in the sand
The artist turns his soul to the Land
And he finds that his canvas hasn’t dried
He pines for the memories left inside
And knows that the world is just a handful of sand
Like a treasure growing old, he prays for the dust to turn to gold
But Silence stops the scream with a handful of sand!

One comment

Straight to the point and well written! Why can’t everyone else be like this?

by Ruth on January 23, 2012 at 12:28 am. Reply #

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