Sandcastle

My Daddy’s castle was made of sand,    
Didn’t build his house upon dry land.  
And though this castle was his own,    
It fell one day right through his hands.    
    
I was given a crown of stone,    
That proved this castle was my home.    
And though it wasn’t made of gold,    
It was fitting for my throne.    
   
The land I came from then grew old,    
As new legends start to unfold.    
The tide then swept my castle away,    
The way it rides can be so cold.    
   
So now I’m bare amongst the day;    
My crown stripped from me by the bay.    
I then looked down and found some clay,    
To build a castle meant to stay.