Monday, June 14, 2010
I stand alone, a turpid scene.
The sound of silence, it makes me scream.
I feel the wind, the salt, the sea.
I feel the sun, it's burning me.
The golden orb, it burns so bright.
The sky lit orange, through the night.
I can not stand, to see the norm.
I feel missed out, my soul is worn.
So rescue me, and hold me tight.
Hold me fast throughout the night.
And when we wake and see the light,
be my savior and my respite.
Just don't leave me here alone,
my love is yours, my heart you own.