Every Grain Of Sand
Bob Dylan
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like cain, I now behold this chain of events I have to break
And onward in my journey I come to understand
Every hair is numbered like every grain of sand