A/N: Unlike the previous songs, this one was composed very recently--I wrote two days ago, in fact. It takes place during The Beach (awesome episode, by the way--i think it's my favorite so far of season 3, and definitely one of my favorites overall), when Zuko's reflecting on the past. (Btw, i know that--if i remember correctly--it's Iroh and not Ozai that we see in the "sandcastle flashback," but I thought in any case that families building sandcastles together would be a good metaphor for Zuko's childhood in this song, and for his pre-banishment relationship with his father.) So anyway, I hope you like this song--I'm rather proud of how it came out.
Also, while it's certainly true that i don't own Avatar, I think i will stop posting disclaimers in every section of every story I write (unless I'm directed otherwise, of course). One more thing--I haven't seen anything beyond Ep. 305 in season three, so in your reviews (which you're certainly welcome to leave hint lol), please don't mention anything that happens after that. Thank you, and please enjoy.
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Castles of Sand
In moonlit halls of memory,
The strokes of a brush are haunting me:
One moment frozen in our past--
Perhaps that joy wasn't meant to last...
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But where, where did the Sun go?
In darkness, I'm wandering solo,
And all I have left is this window
To the time before everything changed--
Before we were ever estranged...
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Sandcastles line the sunlit shore--
In summers of gold I hear our laughter:
I'm walking with one I live to adore--
His hand gently rests upon my shoulder...
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The same hand that seared my face away,
As our innocent world of children's play
Dissolved into real life, cold and grey--
Fragile as castles of sand.
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A tiny handprint pressed in clay--
A mother and her child play:
Why can't you let me just forget?
You're gone--I bear enough regret!
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Burn to a cold, dying ember--
So the brushstrokes will blacken and wither!
You know I don't want to remember
That time before anger and pain,
For now only ashes remain...
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Sandcastles line the sunlit shore--
In summers of gold I hear our laughter:
I'm walking with one I live to adore--
His hand gently rests upon my shoulder...
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The same hand that seared my face away,
As our innocent world of children's play
Dissolved into real life, cold and grey--
Fragile as castles of sand.
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Don't you know that our castles are nothing but sand?
The tide has no mercy--down they will crumble:
Yet I beg you, my Lord, help me understand--
Both anguish and joy I've received by your hand:
If real life was where you desired I should be,
Then why build those castles beside the Sea?
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Sandcastles line the sunlit shore--
In summers of gold I hear our laughter:
I'm walking with one I live to adore--
His hand gently rests upon my shoulder...
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The same hand that seared my face away,
As our innocent world of children's play
Dissolved into real life, cold and grey--
Fragile as castles of sand.