I'm stranded on this island of lost hope,
as my dreams drift away from the shallow ocean.
I couldn't strengthen my grasp; twas the end of the rope,
Helplessly gazing at the last sight of faith and devotion.
I'm dieing; starving; I hunger for love,
I'm growing weak as my life is flying by.
My mind lingers on regrets; I've had enough,
I need to seek truth before I die.
The sun sets slowly; taunting my need for an end.
I collapse in the sand; Endless waters sleep so calm.
The wind whispers past me as tears descend,
holding my future firmly in my hand; crushed in my palm.
I shall wait for some one to save me.
That setting sun will eventually rise again.
They will feed my love; mend my sorrow; answer my plea.
They will retrieve my dreams; I'll be waiting then.
