SANDSTORM

We walk all our days in shadows

As we skip along life's sands

The ocean in our ears

The end always at hand...

The sun upon our backs

Sweet voices in our head

And still the awful silence

Pounding out the ancient dread...

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Every day is a months journey

Each step forward takes us home

All our vain posturing

Just leaves us more alone...

Strangers in our sorrow

Evicted from our souls

Behind in all our payments

Seeking streets of gold...

Gerard O'Shea