Step

Step

It was a liquid land

A solid sand

A shifting band

Creating a brand

Of grandchildren

Spilling their beans

For whom it seems obvious

That we are oblivious

To their dreams

As they can't know

That we blow

Hard

Hardly

What it means

As it all works out

By a beginning

In the end

Where solid water

Message sends

Hope from the future

Where everything mends

Leaning

Left and right