Sandcastles
The tide came in
And all the love I'd ever known
Got washed away.
You built upon the rock, it seems.
And I don't want your sympathy
And I can do without your
Self-righteous condescension.
But must you keep bringing me
Pails of seawater?
Must you keep bringing me
Pails of seawater?
The tide came in
And all my castle-dreams are once again
Sea-laden sand.
You built upon the rock, it seems.
I built upon my foolish dreams.
1978
© SBK 1989