I've always been alone,

on this island; my home.

I scream for my lover, 

they're still missing.

As I crawl on my knees too weary to stand, 

I search and I search on this cold, wet, land

I know I'm alone but I still need to look,

A dark minded fishy, looking for a hook. 

I crawl, and I crawl looking for a ship,

anything to help me begin this long awaited trip.

I circle this island a million times,

Why am I punished? What are my crimes?

My feet ache, I'm cold, I;m wanting to stop,

It's raining, I'm soaked, my hair's like a mop.

Another day here, I'm definately stuck,

Searching, and searching of course, no luck.

It's dark and cold I want to go home, 

am I stuck here forever to be alone?

Lost with no lover, where have they gone?

I guess I'll be forgotten like an unfinished song.

This island is my hell,

The land where I dwell.

The ocean is blue,

because I'm here without you..