A hand above the water.
An angel reaching for the sky...

Unloved and forgotten,
the wooden carving stood silent...

Fame.
Fortune...

My Sun, my existence,
shines down from heavens above...

The little creatures,
dainty in their nature...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

A hug welcomes you
as you arrive once again...

Open you soul.
Hold my hand...

Dragging my cases
through the revolving doors...

Blood trickling down my neck,
The warmth incredibly good...

Britain.
The land of hope and glory...

One's Blessing...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day...