The Shepherd of the Sands By his will the grains will bend like sight against a looking glass By the story of his life The world would change but the sea of the sun would swarm to its master And all that was done will be done again When he lifts his hand When he chooses to try By life his desert will slip away like reading into an abyss By the scars on his face The words would prove true but the sound of his faith would fall under their feet And the cracking of this image will unfold again When he stands so high When his beauty is not the world's By his love the sands will bury like clouds o'er hatred's grave By the choice he has made The thought of emotion would die but the lost light in memory would always be hope And the instance of reliving will redeem again When his story wakes him When his dusts clear the stones
i love it, especially the beginning.. the last paragraph kinda stretches me out a bit,, but , keep on doing What You Do brother =)
