Monday, August 17, 2009

The Last Man

Stranded in this lost island,
There's no sight of help,
Only the water creatures,
Gets me through the day,

Who do I talk to besides,
The sands that caught my footprints,
The calm wind & waves of the ocean,
The blue skies & seagulls?

Do I cry when I feel alone?
Or shout to life's hurdles?
Will the stars share my feelings?
It's buried deep within me,

When I burn these fire woods,
Warming me through the night,
In front this blazing lights,
I saw the ghost of you again,

The uninvited raging storms,
Tore our mighty ship apart,
It's hard, being the last survivor,
Stranded in this lost island.