Every Grain of Sand - Demo - 1980

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
 When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
 There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
 Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
 Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
 Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
 In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
 In every leaf that trembles, and in every grain of sand
 Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
 Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
 The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
 To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
 I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
 And every time I pass that way, I always hear my name
 Then onward in my journey, I come to understand
 That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
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 I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
 In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
 In the bitter dance of loneliness, fading into space
 In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
 I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
 Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's only me
 I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan
 Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand