Don't want to be waiting to live,
Don't want to be waiting for death.
Though the tide repeats outward and back,
Take a stand on the sand as it shifts.
Look around and be thankful 
For this 
May be all that there is.

Then the sun is the jewel that I own,
And it's greater than all that I don't,
And the moon is the pearl that surpasses
All others wherever they be,
And the water that sustains this earth
And this earth that has sustenance for me
Is our mansion, inherited by birth.
I am rich, I am free.

There are marks on the sand.
There were others who've stood where I am.
There are marks that must fade,
There are marks that I've made.
Though the tide repeats outward and back,
Take a stand on the sand as it shifts.
Look around and be thankful
For this 
May be all that there is.