my bones show the history of their breaks
my smile the proof of my crooked fate
my split ends the time that seems just yesterday
and my heart the snake who said you would stay

-this is the story of how I became this way-

my supply of rocks were used up that day
that day they tumbled down and I died in dismay
then I was pulled out from my six feet of despair
and so I tried and tried, tried to care

but while I built up the walls of sand
of my castle which was so firmly grand
the ocean came swarming, sputtering in
and beat them down, pounding then

again and again, the waves broke me down
and again and again, I dared not bow
I rebuilt and rebuilt with my bare hands
but nothing ever heals perfect, especially  with sand