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