House of Sand
When you feel there's no help for you
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I started out a tiny heap,
Of sand grains on the beach .
I watched the pain as it came rolling in,
Used to think (that) I was out of reach.
I remember how I tried to hide,
From all the struggles of the raging tide.
Is anyone out there, can`t they see?
The little heap of pain that started up in me.
You see the tide start rolling in,
You watch as the foamy trouble sails.
You try to cling onto unstable ground,
`Cause you know the sadness the sea entails.
Where is that someone to build my fortress?
Or do I face this fear on my own?
I try to send out a call for happiness,
But the echo tells me I`m alone.
The waves they torture –I lose my mind,
I begin to crumble as it creeps along the shore.
It taunts me all day long while closing in,
The fear builds in me more and more.
I try to whist myself to higher ground,
To the grass growing free not fear ahead.
But my hands are tied, to the sand I`m bound,
I ask myself is this to be my bed?
Every day I feel me weakening,
The strength I build up starts to fall.
I`m not alone on this desert beach,
So why does no one hear me call?
Are they sinking like I do every day?
Or have they faced their ruthless sea?
How do they get thru the endless day?
And how do I find the strength in me?
I accept we`re all together here,
And if I scream enough they try.
But their tide it too is edging near,
So they tell me look your sea eye to eye.
I watch, witness in silence as they face their sea down,
They boldly sink into the dark.
Suddenly I find the strength inside for of me,
And know today my sea won`t leave its mark.
I finally understand how I must face the day,
That others can only advise on where they`ve been.
I form my plan to my way,
Chorus:
I have become my house of sand,
Adjustable to all life`s got in store.
The water melts my solid life,
But the tide brings me back to the shore.
© Vicky-lee Harris 2020
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