Standing on a stranded bridge
Staring at eternity--
In the frothing flailing waters,
All is one and one is free.
Whether sleeping or awake,
There is no immunity--
I have nothing left to live for,
All of life’s a dream to me.
The water’s dark the future black,
My mind is weak, my heart is slack.
A foreign man in foreign land,
Incapable of looking back.
Faith and hope are such fine friends,
Why did they abandon me?
In this place so far from home,
All that calls me is the sea.
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