From the day I woke to living
Til each night I go to sleep
I find myself surrounded
By the dark and angry deep
And then I''m alone withsand
CastlesI can build
With walls and turrets rising
Some of them are beautiful
Sublime
Others built too close to shore
Are touched by waves and there no more
Just moments after laying
The foundation
And then
A person stands there next to me
We build a castle by thesea
He says that''s sweet
Let''s build it higher yet
But each night
My island sinks beneath the tide
Castlesdon''t build higher
Tomorrow comes
And then I''m alone withsand
The person that was next to me
He builds hiscastlesinland
From "stone" and "steel"
And love and hopes and dreams
And next door they say
There''s a castle built by someone else
There''s a city
There''s a world
Of everyone but me
Who buildscastles
While I buildsandcastlesby thesea
Thecastlesthat they build
All grow and rise and fall
Each changing as the days or years go on
The simplest ones are stone or mud
Made only days before
The grandest are of gold
Forty fifty years made tall
And everyone is building
Friendships as they talk and laugh
Lovers as they smile
Strangers as they pass upon the street
Castlesmade of hopes and dreams
Are built in every moment
With every single person that they meet
There''s onlysandupon my island
No mud or gold or steel
Which makes me think that maybe
None of those are real
Well maybe they are real for all of them
But not for me
I''ve learned thatcastlesbuilt inland
Can last for ages
That even huts of mud or sticks
Can last for weeks or years
Really?
No matter how I pile upsand
It falls
Even if I fall asleep
Inside a massive sheltered keep
With walls built tall by many hands
When morning breaks it''s gone
And then I''m alone withsand
The people come and go with time
Some build a day or three
But no one ever sees thecastles
Drown beneathsea
They think they''re built
Of stone or mud or steel
But mud and stone and steel
Don''t disappear
Which means it''s me
Perhaps we build a castle
You of wood and I ofsand
And days go by and then we meet again
I have no answers to your stories
No insight to your mind
No feelings for your hopes or fears or dreams
No castle made of memory
No proof we ever met
Nothing left butsandbeside thesea
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So who would spend their days
Buildingcastlesthat can''t be
Except for me?
It''s hard to hope that someone
Would choose to live onsand
When others offer mud or stone or steel
It''s hard to watch as people build just once
Then walk away
Becausesandcastlesaren''t things
They understand
It''s hard to watch mycastleswash away
Sometimes I end up crying
As the tide comes in
And then I''m alone withsand