I am but a grain of sand In an endless sandbox I topple as the wind blows And fall where it allows me Sometimes, as others blow my way The wind does not favor me Sometimes the wind is my friend And puts me in a tiny playful hand Sometimes I am left to watch As others are becoming castles Sometimes my brothers watch me While I am becoming the soldiers fortress I have rolled beneath your shoes Finding no pleasure in the darkness beneath them I have stood as the tallest mountain Where the only thing left touch is the sun Lonely and still for what seems forever Daydreams of filling teacups and spoons Happiest as all that finds splendor As I'm molded and shaped into fantasy I have been discarded and deceived by armies Destroyed by tanks and robbers of my plenty I have protected against evil forces and attackers Dances have been danced because of my triumph I see no daylight when covered by others I have no companions likely here tomorrow I wander in search of what is everything And the journey never ends Seasons will change along with my journey From one year to the next I will be your tear when I crumble and fall I will be your tower, your giggle, and your friend Refining and smoothing out the rough spots Because there's always another battle When the wind will show it's favor upon me I'll expand and morph as you will wish Until then I daydream Of what tomorrow brings
