All My Old Writing.

Quicksand

Quicksand

Quicksand, quicksand

I don't think you understand.

Quicksand, quicksand,

there's nothing left but helping hands.

I showed them how a little love,

could bring the hope.

When we help,

it all works out.

Quicksand, quicksand,

it's time we say goodbye at last.

Quicksand, quicksand,

it's time to seep away again.

And if you strike again,

we'll be prepared.

Because, quicksand, quicksand,

we're stronger now that you are gone.

The cities will be rebuilt,

the walls made even stronger.

You'll never hit us hard again,

'cause now we're ready.