You're that one grain of sand.

You're that one grain of sand.

As I walk along the road, I can see long fields of barley and rye that reach up to the clear blue sky. On the other side, the white willows quiver, and the cold breeze of dawn makes them shiver. I can see a roll of flowers and a tall gray tower. But as you wave your hand, I know no one knows you in this land. You hold my beating heart in the palm of your hand, and I'm here at your command. You're like one grain of sand on a hundred beaches; there is no other on this land as find as you. Now you understand. I never knew.