I walk alone on this sorrowful shore,
Lungs fill with spite, my heart drowning at sea.
Memory fleeting; lost thoughts of before,
Before summer nights, the waves, you and me.

Hazel spice warms my eyes, and gives me hope;
Auburn drapes down the visage of white light.
Sunlight, some see sacred, while I praise snow,
Snow kissed with autumn leaves, without blight

She walks alone, upon the bitter sand,
Exhaling ocean winds, bringing me back home.
Earthly angel, reach out and clasp my hand;
Thea, come sit on my nautical throne.

We the king and queen of this western shore,
Let us rule this sea; be alone no more.