In the time of my confession In the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet Flood every newborn seed There’s a dying force within me Reaching out somewhere Toiling in the danger And the morals of despair I don’t have the inclination To look back on any mistake Like Cain I now behold a chain Of events that I must break In the fury of the moment I can see the master’s hand And every leaf tat trembles And every grain of sand All the flowers of indulgence And the weeds of yester year Like criminals, they helped choke the breath Of conscience and good cheer The sun beat down upon the steps Of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness And the memory of decay I gaze into the doorway Of temptation’s angry flame And every time I pass that way I’ll always hear my name Then onward in my journey I come to understand That every hair is numbered Like every grain of sand I have gone from rags to riches In the sorrow of the night In the violence of a summer’s dream In the chill of a wintery light In the bitter dance of loneliness Fading into space In the broken mirror of innocence Of each forgotten race I hear the ancient footsteps Like the motion of the sea Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there Other times it’s only me I’m hanging in the balance Of the reality of man Like every sparrow falling Like every grain of sand
