The story goes the foolish man built his house upon the sand
And I have been waiting here building castles in
The desert with these foolish hands
Some faith restored to me by an unbelieving man
Did I ever truly know belief
Before the day the floods began?
Roaring and surging
The tide uncontrollable
Washing, sweeping away
My sandcastles
The only way I can explain is to talk about the sea
A monochromatic beach
Suddenly
Enveloped in the oceans reach
Then when the waves recede
You see a swathe of precious stones
Littered along the line
Just like the desert in this heart of mine
Quenching the burning
Fissures of loneliness
Balming, binding the wounds
My battle scars
And you’ll never know
The truth of what you do, love
So rarely I lose my cool
But be patient with me
There’s much for the sea to do
Roaring and surging
The tide uncontrollable
Washing, sweeping
Away my sandcastles
And you’ll never know
The truth of what you do love
So rarely I lose my cool
Just be patient with me
There’s much for the sea to do
© Caryl Archer