Sands ..

Me ::
Oh sands of time
I walked so long
where are my footsteps
who washed them off
the marks I made
when I stumbled and fell
the spots of blood
when I cut my feet
you had no right
to wash them off
I have the sight
so I want to see
the prints I left
by despair's sea.

Sands ::
My poor l'll girl
why use your sight
to turn back and see
the falls and cuts
ahead lie the sands
as far you can see
where you can make
prints as many as be
and if you see blood
you spare a thought
blessed are you
you have the sight
for she who ran ahead
ran just blind.