(4x)
In the t ime of my conf ession in the h our of my deepest n eed
When the p ool of tears ben eath my feet f lood every newborn seed
There's a d ying voice withi n me r eaching out somew here
T oiling in the d anger and in the m orals of despair.
Don't h ave the inclination to look b ack on any mist ake
Like Cain I now behold this chain of ev ents that I must b reak
In the f ury of the m oment I can s ee the master's h and
In e very leaf that t rembles in e very g rain of s and.
Oh the f lowers of indulg ence and the w eeds of yestery ear
Like c riminals they have c hoked the breath of c onscience and good cheer
The s un beat down up on the steps of t ime to light the w ay
To e ase the pain of i dleness and the m emory of decay.
I g aze into the doorway of t emptation's angry f lame
And every time I pass that way I a lways hear my n ame
Then o nward in my j ourney I c ome to unders tand
That e very hair is n umbered like e very g rain of s and.
I have g one from rags to r iches in the s orrow of the n ight
In the v iolence of a s ummer's dream in the c hill of a wintry light
In the b itter dance of l oneliness f ading into s pace
In the b roken mirror of i nnocence on e ach forgotten face.
I h ear the ancient footsteps like the m otion of the s ea
Sometimes I turn there's someone there other t imes it's only m e
I am h anging in the b alance of the r eality of m an
Like e very sparrow f alling like e very g rain of s and.