There was no sunlight that day, and flowers with banners naming the giver had no aroma. The Godfather theme music played in Maria's head while a cast of characters, like sepia photos in her mother's ... [+]
Do you ever wonder if sand wants to become glass?
Trillions of little sand particles, each unique as the last
One bright as pearl, other shining like ebony
Shedding uniqueness for uniformity, individual for community
Do you ever wonder if sand regrets becoming glass?
Skyscraper windows and electronic screens
Marble orbs, cases at museums
Do you think sand wishes it could go back?
Back to floating alone
One of the billion of the trillion
Dwarfed by the sea
Sitting underfoot of you and me
Do you think sand would take the chance?
The chance to be free
The chance to start over
Because once sand becomes glass
There is no turning back
Trillions of little sand particles, each unique as the last
One bright as pearl, other shining like ebony
Shedding uniqueness for uniformity, individual for community
Do you ever wonder if sand regrets becoming glass?
Skyscraper windows and electronic screens
Marble orbs, cases at museums
Do you think sand wishes it could go back?
Back to floating alone
One of the billion of the trillion
Dwarfed by the sea
Sitting underfoot of you and me
Do you think sand would take the chance?
The chance to be free
The chance to start over
Because once sand becomes glass
There is no turning back