"Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his druken face
And now he stands outside,
And all the neighbors start to gossip and drool
He cries "oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
And so castles made of sand,
Fall in the sea... Eventually
The little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played war games in the woods with his indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up
He would be a feirce warrior indian chief
Many moons past, and more the dream grew strong
Until tomorrow he would sing his first war song
And fight his battle, but something went wrong
Suprise attack, killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand,
Melts into the sea... Eventually
Here was a young girl who's heart was a frown
'Cause she was crippled for life and she couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed that she could stop livin'
So she decided to die!
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more"
And then a sight she seen made her jump and say
"Hey look a golden winged ship is passin' my way"
And it really didn't have to stop... It just kept on goin'...
And so castles made of sand... Slips into the sea... Eventually!"
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