ROUGH SANDS ON LIFE's SHORE

Drifting sands on the seashore,
Winds blow shut doors
Whether u sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands,
As you walk down life's shore.

Life isn't kind
Sands are rough
On dry naked feet
Whether you sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore

When harsh winds blow,
Hold hands with dear souls,
With firm friends,
Whether you sink
Or whether you stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore

When the soul breaks

When the body just breaths

Take a good look on all that has passed

Whether you sink

Or whether you stand

Is in your hands

As you walk down life's shore