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 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, 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.

Break

 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 times it's only me

 I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man

 Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Break