Isn't it ironic, how sometimes you seem to run out...
Even though my thoughts sink...

She sits on the rocks,
Eyes filled with fear...

Release me from my fantasy,
Take me out before I drop...

I always thought I knew what I wanted & that...
But when you got fed up it's something deep inside...

I'm sitting on the side walk,
hoping you'd look at me and start to talk...

A walk down the lane drenched in Gods tears,
shamelessly waiting...