Flowers In The Sand

These years of wintery existence
And nights of numbing chill
Lay muzzed are those words of always
With stones that our bellies fill
How can the seeds of misgiving
Bury dreams in forests deep
How does the weight of duty
Cause mountains of love to sleep
When will come hopes tenderness
And take me by the hand
That my soul can be wise and beautiful
Like flowers in the sand.