The little children run and laugh
And build sandcastles on the beach
Their innocence, not yet tainted
The whole world within their reach
But like the sandcastles
That will eventually surrender to the sea
They will be washed away by the tide
Fated to fight the undertow eternally
Until one day
They are washed up on another shore
The coastline of a far away land
Where they will laugh and run
And take false innocence by the hand
For they will not remember how
They had to fight
To be washed up on this distant shore
By the tide
The adults sit and watch
As the water rushes up the beach
And steals the sandcastles and the children
Far out of reach
And so the cycle goes
Of fighting and learning again
And forgetting how
And when
Until one day
They are washed up on another shore
The coastline of a far away land
Where they will laugh and run
And take false innocence by the hand
For they will not remember how
They had to fight
To by washed up on this distant shore
By the tide
And the children’s children
Will begin again
They will fight the tide
And be washed up when
The water reaches another shore
Where they must begin again
And so goes the law…
