Patterns in the Sand (Irma)

(Verse 1) I draw a line, then watch it fade, Each curve and twist that I have made. The desert’s breath sweeps all away, Yet here I stand to shape the clay. In shifting sands, my hands find grace, A fleeting mark, a transient place. What’s here today is gone too soon, Like shadows cast beneath the moon. (Chorus) Patterns in the sand, swept by the wind, Boundaries drawn, only to rescind. I build, I shape, but can’t hold fast, To creations never meant to last. (Verse 2) A tyrant’s hand, yet gentle still, I bind, release; I break, I build. The lines I draw in grain and dust, Hold truths I dare not even trust. For in each stroke, a world takes form, Yet fades again with each new dawn. The desert calls, I answer true, In loss and birth, my spirit grew. (Chorus) Patterns in the sand, swept by the wind, Boundaries drawn, only to rescind. I build, I shape, but can’t hold fast, To creations never meant to last. (Bridge) No stone remains, no shape endures, Yet still I carve, for I am sure, That beauty lies in things that can be undone, In fleeting works beneath the sun. (Verse 3) So here I stand, a stubborn heart, Embracing things that fall apart. For every line erased by time, Becomes a verse, a whispered rhyme. In endless sands, I find my way, A shifting world I can’t betray. Each pattern born from hand and will, A story etched, though never still. (Chorus) Patterns in the sand, swept by the wind, Boundaries drawn, only to rescind. I build, I shape, but can’t hold fast, To creations never meant to last. (Outro) So let them fade, these shapes of mine, In empty spaces, truths align. For what I leave, and what I find, Is written here in sands unkind.