At the end of the ocean
in the world of my soul
is the last measure of devotion
to a hope long gone
and a dream grown old

In the dusk of my desire
as the colored sky fades
and the sun begins to retire
I dream for another dawn
while I watch the gentle waves

As moonlight bleeds deep
into the waters of my heart
I feel these storm winds creep
along the darkened shore
to tear my world apart

Rolling with the thunderous heat
I feel your absence like a sickness
and all at once the terror strikes me
like it has many times before
with a strong and unmerciful quickness

Raging nightmare of a tempest
pulls me down into a ball
how could I have ever kept us
here in a simple fantasy
where these biting raindrops fall?

Yet through the horrid hours
I survive it all again intact
In the place where all my fear cowers
I rise to the sky's blue canopy
and take my worn-out dreams back