Walked across a pretty flower, thought I'd hold it in my hand
So I knelt down as to grab it, but the flower turned to sand
Tried to carve it as a castle, walls and towers, gates and moat
But the tide washed it away, I had to chase it down by boat
The greater pain than the one you feel
Is the one you see in the ones you love
The one you can't make go away
Cannot ease or take on as your own
A man once told me 'Son, '
'Listen, God is God is God'
And in response I queried him
'So all of them are fraud? '
In the back of the mind
In the front of the thoughts
He is there; Always
To some degree