[00:08.97]In the time of my confession,
[00:13.47]in the hour of my deepest need
[00:17.01]When the pool of tears beneath my feet
[00:21.69]flood every newborn seed
[00:27.03]There's a dyin' voice within me
[00:36.15]reaching out somewhere,
[00:36.54]Toiling in the danger and in
[00:40.41]the morals of despair.
[00:42.81]Don't have the inclination to
[00:47.10]look back on any mistake,
[00:51.27]Like Cain,
[00:52.86]I now behold this chain of events
[00:56.70]that I must break.
[00:59.55]In the fury of the moment
[01:03.84]I can see the Master's hand
[01:09.18]In every leaf that trembles,
[01:11.22]in every grain of sand.
[01:22.86]Oh, the flowers of indulgence
[01:29.13]and the ****s of yesteryear,
[01:31.56]Like criminals,
[01:33.30]they have choked the breath
[01:35.34]of conscience and good cheer.
[01:40.20]The sun beat down upon the steps
[01:44.34]of time to light the way
[01:47.58]To ease the pain of idleness
[01:52.59]and the memory of decay.
[01:58.95]I gaze into the doorway of
[02:01.23]temptation's angry flame
[02:06.36]And every time I pass that way
[02:11.40]I always hear my name.
[02:15.66]Then onward in my journey
[02:23.94]I come to understand
[02:24.42]That every hair is numbered
[02:26.67]like every grain of sand.
[02:36.93]I have gone from rags to riches
[02:41.16]in the sorrow of the night
[02:47.52]In the violence of a summer's dream,
[03:02.40]in the chill of a wintry light,
[03:03.30]In the bitter dance of loneliness
[03:05.07]fading into space,
[03:05.55]In the broken mirror of innocence
[03:08.13]on each forgotten face.
[03:13.20]I hear the ancient footsteps like
[03:15.36]the motion of the sea
[03:19.53]Sometimes I turn, there's someone there,
[03:23.94]other times it's only me.
[03:29.73]I am hanging in the balance
[03:31.11]of the reality of man
[03:36.48]Like every sparrow falling,
[03:39.36]like every grain of sand. Amanda Ghost

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 dyin' 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 ****s 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.
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. Amanda Ghost