I've built elegant castles in the sand,
Only, the waves keep crashing down
On the work I carefully sculpted by my very own hand.
The castles I build, though they look strong,
Really are no match,
For the waves that build themselves up
To come down with a heavy crash.
I got tired of the work I was doing for nothing.
I got a hammer and a chisel,
I sought out the strongest, toughest, boldest rock I could find.
I went to work.
I sat there for hours knocking down the rock
And with it, I built a house.
So when the waves creep up,
My house stands strong,
And I don't have to worry much
When something goes wrong.
