grains of sand in restless wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
as you turn your back and leave
bits and pieces fall behind
could I have loved you better
thoughts spinning 'round in time
I can't see Your reasons
I don't know, I just don't know
weeds in the garden grow steadily
as I reap the things I sow
lessons some times too late
grains of sand in the wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
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