I drift... And drift
Along the ocean floor
The streets of Atlantis
In search of land masses
Or little coral reefs of hope
Waging war with the oceans currents

But when I come to light
A revolving light
That conquers the fleets of darkness
Spreading rays of life to trenches
A place where their is no reason to believe
I wonder...
A desire to ponder on shooting stars
The thin golden line
That says
maybe...
And nothing more
As if to show
That maybe
Is all I need know

So I base my mind on sunshine
And beg
Beg the light to guide my boat ashore
To at last open up my door
And bring the sun into the ocean
Boil my doubts to smoke
A gray cloak of fear
But bring me tears
Joy will remember
The gateway to dawn
And dusks swan song

The endless presence
That lingers little words  
That let me drift.... And drift
Towards the lighthouse

That answered my silent call for help