It is much the same you know
You form the sand in a mode
and stand back and admire
As the tide--time goes by
the grains of sand break apart
and follow the sun to the sea
And you my friend can only watch
What returns in the morning tide
is the love you have shared
And what becomes of the children
you only hope is that you
dreamed and hoped for them to be
building sandcastles and raising kids
are just a dream you want them to be
in dreams the sandcastles you made
will be reality and hope return to thee