When young, I imagined to where I would go,
and I’m living the life I dreamed.
But even though
what I mused is now so,
the meaning behind it is not what it seemed.
I treasure those moments I hold you so near
and can tell you all that I feel.
Still, it’s a year
since I’ve been living here,
unsure if a desert mirage can be real….
Though part of the band
in this strange new land,
I am never sure where I stand.
But as long as you play,
my tears won’t wash away
all those dream castles in the sand.
I watch from the distance as you sing your song,
and I know you sing it for me.
So, right or wrong,
I am where I belong,
but only show others what they need to see.
Many miles were spanned
to walk hand in hand;
now I’m certain just where I stand.
And when I hear your voice,
I am sure of my choice
to build dream castles in the sand.
The wisdom behind the seeds I’ve been sowing
was my trust in God’s gentle hand.
He built knowing,
with love overflowing,
those dream-come-true-castles I fashioned with sand.
So, if life unfolds, but not as you planned,
if you want to grow, just go with the flow
and trust that even if mighty winds blow,
those delicate castles of yours will stand!
God slumbers in dream castles made of sand.