The Gatherer

Want to see you grow
I will see you shine
But when the sand runs out
'til the oceans runs dry
When the birds won’t fly
Await the tide
Force together grains of sand
Falls apart, this won’t last
Merge the clouds, a castle in the air
Blow away, the ghosts of your past
Keep them deep inside, just don’t I let them out
Shape it deep inside, like a knife and cut me out
All the stones and feathers, bring them close together