The Bones in the Sand

And what is left of us,

But the bones in the sand,

Of this life that once was,

Oh, so very grand.

If I give you my soul,

Will you still think of me whole?

If I ask in despair,

Will you think of me fair?

Often I wonder,

When will this end?

The untruth, and the sorrow,

I can no longer amend.

Then I look in your eyes,

Where disguise does not live,

You hold up one finger,

The advice you do give:

Only once in your life 

 Will you fly to the sun,

Only once will you do,

What cannot be undone.