The items in my hand

A coin, a rock and a grain of sand
From eyes to look and see in hand
a turn, a glance and smell of skin
from a strong will growing thin

A coin, a rock, and a grain of sand
the begger will choose as is God's plan
To pitch a penny for his food and wine
to fulfill his heart on the last of his nights

An empty hand holds a rock and grain of sand
The stone is cast for he is of fallen band
The rock has hit and left a scar
A simple trade for a wish owned by a star

A full hand lets go of the sand
Washing away what was left of a man
A wish is granted for a wish is free
He drowns in agony because he cannot see

A coin, a rock and a grain of sand
traded for emptiness and poisoned land
to touch him is to taint him apart from his clean
He blinds his eyes and hopes he is not seen