Grains of Sand

Twenty years you've listened well,
with gentle hands you now turn
the grains of sand of your memory cells.
Softly, you say don't give up,
we will find a way, we'll try again.
For I have more grains of sand to tend.
You turned the grains of sand
of your memory cells.
Until you found a way.
To ease our pain and make us well.
For this we are grateful,
you listened well.
For you pulled us back
from the depths of hell.