I was broken before you met me
I was broken by my hands
I broke myself upon me
I smash myself to sand
The times were my mistaken
The times were dark and shade
The sand that pours out of me
And scattered over land
The wisdom I have squandered
The wisdom I have shown
The myriad paths I've wandered
The twisted ways I've grown
This path I see before me
The distractions on the side
If only I had balance
If only I had tried
One that is forbidden
One that is forlorn
The two could be division
The many are the spawn
To see the patterns weaving
The steps left in the sand
The shifting of the meaning
Failings of the plan
Given, taken,
Forming, breaking,
Can't control it all
Living, dying,
Breathing, breathing
Rise and fall
The tides pull and push
The tides sweep all aside
The way flows around me
No where one can hide
