A lost ship. A broken heart.
Sailing towards the isle of salvation.
Ripples in tired streams. An ache in the heart.
Waiting for the moonlight to absorb its stagnation.
Sky remains unfathomed, but roads went adrift.
An asphyxiating voice tries to make the last call.
A lost ship. A broken heart.
Tries to touch the waves with its entrancing touch.
Nobody heard the lost bird. Nobody saw the distressed eyes.
River flowed away from the eyes of a dreamer.
Storm approaches and stuns the existence of cynics.
Defeatism evaporates from the broken pieces of a pessimist's heart.
Clouds shrink and wars end and world survives.
A lost ship. A broken heart.
An abandoned port. A numb body.
Silence creates an empire of lost voices.
Days end, nights end, life begins to wonder.
Light comes, darkness comes, blinding the eyes.
A ship left. The lost ship.
Heart sinks. Along with the lost ship.