Cant stop tears
Long coming
Hold my hand
Hold in my hand
Sand of hope
They don't know
No idea of wading
Waiting for the waves
Wash over
No strength in my bones
Years spend honing
Holding the pen
Stab in the heart
Mightier than swords
or cups, coins and wands
Lines in the hands
Lies in both
How far out the wader goes
Currents throw sinking sands
St Micheal on the Mount knew
Killed the dragon
Fire Earth Air and Water
Changing and balance, scales held
Blind eyes judging
Coming home
Drag through the door
Breaking the surface for breath
Water or tears
Dust
Home