• I sit on this lonely island, huddled up on this descolate beach.
    The water flows gently, coressing the sand with its gentle touch.
    I see nothing but see, as far as i can see.
    The sky meets the ocean on the horizen, as the sun sinks.
    Light becomes dark, and the air whispers with the starry sky.
    Silence, but not, hearing something through these lonely ears, my imagination.
    Seeing something hiding in the sky, hiding behind the moon when i look.
    Wishing i had someone to share this with, this buety of loneliness.
    Tears stream down my face, sparkiling in the night air.
    Or maybe a single tear, reflecting the stars as it rolls down my cheek.
    Will you wipe my tear.... and tell me it's ok to live?