I was stationed in Nevada in 1968. I wrote this in June.
Five months before I left for Viet Nam.
I was standing guard duty when I wrote this.
Winds blow the sands around my feet
I watch each grain never one the same
Watching men as they hurry through the day
Likes sands never one the same
But the sands go on blowing with the wind
Man soon grows old and than hes gone
But the sands go on and on
Never one the same