Every Grain Of Sand
Bob Dylan
Ton : DCapo 1
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In the tDime of my confGession in the hDour of my deepest nGeed
When the pDool of tears benGeath my feet fAlood every newborn seed
There's a dDying voice withiGn me rDeaching out somewGhere
TDoiling in the dGanger and in the mAorals of despair.
Don't hAave the inclination to look bDack on any mistAake
Like Cain I now behold this chain of evDents that I must bAreak
In the fDury of the mGoment I can sDee the master's hGand
In eDvery leaf that tGrembles in eAvery gGrain of sDand.
Oh the fDlowers of indulgGence and the wDeeds of yesteryGear
Like cDriminals they have cGhoked the breath of cAonscience and good cheer
The sDun beat down upGon the steps of tDime to light the wGay
To eDase the pain of iGdleness and the mAemory of decay.
I gAaze into the doorway of tDemptation's angry fAlame
And every time I pass that way I aDlways hear my nAame
Then oDnward in my jGourney I cDome to undersGtand
That eDvery hair is nGumbered like eAvery gGrain of sDand.
I have gDone from rags to rGiches in the sDorrow of the nGight
In the vDiolence of a sGummer's dream in the cAhill of a wintry light
In the bDitter dance of lGoneliness fDading into sGpace
In the bDroken mirror of iGnnocence on eAach forgotten face.
I hAear the ancient footsteps like the mDotion of the sAea
Sometimes I turn there's someone there other tDimes it's only mAe
I am hDanging in the bGalance of the rDeality of mGan
Like eDvery sparrow fGalling like eAvery gGrain of sDand.