The rocks crumble   Unto dust they die    Once hard stuff of mountains    Now soft powder among the sand    Who dares crush a rock    Oh rock, no rock    Reduced to the winds    Scatter your parts    You are not one but many    To those shall you succumb    Beast of time, you hurl your heavens sporadic    Falling in the great parade    March unto your death    And into what arms will you go    Surely not your own    Oh God, oh God, be you my hope    And all else ruffles in the winds    Magic carpets fly to your planets    You have no place on earth    Who is it creates sand soliloquy    Is it everyone    Nay, you are a heathen    Erupting words of pretense    Oh Lord let my hand be guided    Sometimes I know it not    As the air, no air is still    And the weary sounds refrain    Now the hyena cackles    His clutch has found my heart bleeding    And now you are gone    Where you hear it all    Wide awake from a long sleep    Myself on my hands    Tomorrow in the gallows    Trees in skies    Empty alliterations replenished    By the hand of one who would fall down    And make a light to shine somewhere    What is this    The cavalcade of misery    What depths    How could we think of distances    Ah, it is the gift of man    To live, the days long    The nights longer    Journey to the stars    They worship the sun    Come down treasures    And I like to see a smile    On your lips as we meet    On a journey to the stars