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Child of the Sands
I live in a time that no one can understand
The boys face came to me in the sands
It was pure white the golden child of reason upon me
Why come to me it was reason of the child not reason of mine
As I stepped into that sand that day
I was uplifted by a guiding light in which was the child or just the force of nature or the boring life I once lived
To whom I may never know but the reason for stepping in that sand was no reason of my own
It was a gift of noise of love that always brings be back to the sands
A love lost is a heart so broken its not upon repair
So fix what’s broken before the sands come to you
The child or reason might just be you
