In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like can I now?
Behold!
This chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment
I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles
In every grain of sand
Oh, the flower
Oh, the flower
Oh, the flower


Of indulgence
And the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals
They have choked the breath
Of conscience
And good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps
Of time to light the way
To ease the pain
The vitalness and the memory
Of the pain
Of decay
I gaze into the doorway
Of temptations and with flame
And every time I pass that way
I always hear my name
Then onward in my journey
I've come to understand
That if we hit the road
It is numbered
Like every grain of sand
I have gone from ranks to riches
In the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream
In the chill of a winter night
In the bitter depths of loneliness
Fading into space
In the broken mirror of little suns
On each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps
Like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn this onto me

Someone there
Other times it's only me
I'm hanging in the balance of
The reality of man
Like every spiral falling
Like every grain of sand
Every grain of sand
Every grain of sand