When You Get Sand

It's like an old Well
You see,
You dip the bucket in
Hoping to get some liquid gold
And when the bucket is in your hands
All you get is sand

You can keep going back
To the old Well
Dipping in bucket after bucket
Wishing you could understand
Why all you have is sand

Eventually you might reach something
Maybe if you wish
Wish so hard that you begin to cry
Just because you can't withstand
The Wishing Well filled with sand

So then you hear something say
Whisper
"Move on my dear"
There is plenty of land
For a Well that gives more than sand

So I wonder all over
Hoping
To find a Well that will let me
Pull up magic, I know I can
Find a Well with more than sand

But it runs dry too
It dies
It gives up, it crumbles and tumbles
And I find that I stand
Alone again with a bucket of sand

The Well will always run dry
Hope seems to die
But I move on, because I need something
I can't get from a Well
That only gives me sand