When I can no longer stand,
Will your voice hold me spell me sound me
Like some shell found on the shore
Where once I played and taught the wild sea to sing?
Like you I am born of wave and light and sand
And though I sound a different song
I sing for you.
O muse, there are no words that are my own.
There is only the sound the sea makes as it lifts me up
And leaves me broken here.
I will be sand:
No wind no sun no man.