Just take a handful in your hand
Some grains will fall down to the ground
Slip through your fingers without a sound
But some will stay within your palm
And those that stay will do no harm
But those that stay are very few
And they are saved from the sea by you
And still the sea pounds the shore
Grinds the sand into dust
And still the sea pounds the shore
A child is born in poverty
He isn't loved, he's one of three
He has to fight to stay alive
He fights for life and to survive
And so he comes to be a man
And he does the best he can
Maybe he'll win, maybe he'll lose
Before he dies we help him choose
And still the sea pounds to the shore
Grinds the sand into dust
And still the sea pounds to the shore
And a man does what he must
And still the sea pounds the shore
Grinds the sand into dust
And still the sea pounds the shore
