75 Grains of Sand

Penny's got a new outlook this year At least that's what she'd like to hear Though I'd beg to differ Because all is still the same back home Started with the world on fire last fall Seems it was the spark of something small That grew with conviction A personal mission And what she wouldn't give To hold them in her hands Those seventy-five little grains of sand April was a night of nothing new But holding what she thought was true Dawn only backwards A sunset to start her day And everything she used to choke at school Swallowing the whole of untold rules Filled with desire all set on fire And what she wouldn't give To hold them in her hands Those seventy-five little grains of sand A glimpse of the now That would change the then Those seventy-five little grains of sand And all is falling quite undone She's letting go letting go for what's to come Hope sometimes can blind the heart Calling light what breathes like dark Mistaken provisions Can lengthen the distance And shatter our own visions What we wouldn't give To hold them in our hands Those seventy-five little grains of sand A glimpse of the now That would change the then Those seventy-five little grains of sand Mercy sure thing The tension is evidence that I'm alive and able to respond To the movement of Spirit the good the terrible Mercy I cannot see without closing my eyes Must be a plot 75