Castles of Sand

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This progressive rock ballad, titled "Castles of Sand," is a reflective journey through nostalgia, mortality, and the search for eternal truth. The lyrics blend pop-culture imagery, such as Skywalker and Han Solo, with deep philosophical questions about the "eternal now" and the fleeting nature of the temporal world. Tracing the transition from the "Saturday mornings" of youth to the "lonely sound" of a passing train, the song serves as a powerful anthem for those feeling the weight of Father Time and longing for a far-off home. Fans of conceptual rock and lyrical storytelling will resonate with this track’s focus on breaking free from the material world to find a "home science does not know" in the infinite.
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CASTLES OF SAND by Balance in Exile

I thought that I could trade these fleeting days,
And save time within a golden age.

[Verse 1]
From mornings with heroes in flight,
To the shadows of the sunset’s light.
The sun rose and set in a cycle so deep,
While I was young, in a long, restless sleep.

[Chorus]
Don’t waste life on things, fading fast,
Search for a foundation built to last.
All surrenders to Father Time’s hand,
As the waves wash away our castles of sand.

[Verse 2]
To Skywalker’s plea, Han Solo flies away,
The Force dries up, and the Republic fades.
My mortal feet search for a way that’s stable,
To find the truth beyond myth and fable.

[Chorus] [High energy; layered vocal harmonies]
Don’t waste life on things, fading fast,
Search for a foundation built to last.
All surrenders to Father Time’s hand,
As the waves wash away our castles of sand.

[Bridge]
Science is singing to stars rushin’ away,
Woven in matter, forgetting the days
While Deep in the vapor, strife grows,
But I long for a home, science does not know.

[Outro]
A train in the distance, a lonely refrain,
Memories echo like soft summer rain.
When my last tempest comes, and my soul is free,
Beyond all these days is where I will be.

Absent from the body is to be with Thee
Oh Lord with Thee

Balance in Exile
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