Poetry Tuesday - "Sand"

I'm excited to post this one. It's definitely not the greatest in terms of poetry but it successfully expressed an emotion that was felt at the time that it was written and takes us into a type of song that I'm particularly fond of - those that tell more of a story-statement than just a statement.

Sand

I came to this land but I don’t know why
It’s cold and it’s weary and it begs me to die
The one you think loves you might not love at all
The one you think is weak might be the last to fall
I hold a fist of barley and I hold a fist of rye
I hold a fist of hope and a fist that says it’s a lie

I want to move on but the engine won’t take
I want to break the silence but the silence won’t break
I want to feel your warmth but all I feel is cold
I want to be young but I keep getting old

I used to have faith but dead faith it fails
I used to have a house built of rusty nails
I said “sand is my friend at least it stays the same
It doesn’t break down it doesn’t falsely claim”
I’m cold and I’m weary, I’m beat and I’m sorry
The end has no clearing ‘cause sand has false glory

I want to move on but the engine won’t take
I want to break the silence but the silence won’t break
I want to feel your warmth but all I feel is cold
I want to be young but I keep getting old

I know in the end nothing will matter
None of this noise, none of this chatter
You say there’s a way, show me now please
I’m begging you Father now I’m on my knees

I’m tired, my God, of trying my luck
Take this sand and make it a rock