You there, with the tear in your eye,
Wondering why people are leaving your soul dry
Remember me? The man that stood by your side?
The man on whose shoulder, many a tear you have cried?
I’ve left my sanity, it’s happened before I admit
I find myself in a place, without hope, without spirit.
Do you know where I am? Only you could guide me here
Though you’re not present yourself, you remain the puppeteer.
I know this place well; it’s all too familiar to me.
There is sand, and there are rocks, and a dock to the sea.
Though the waves crash the shore, there is no sound.
And there is no sign of life, anywhere to be found.
The leaves of the trees, lack life and lack color.
Only shades of black show one object from another.
The landscape is barren, not even smell can be detected.
At this point in my life, my path is yours to be directed.
You have the power, to save me from this place.
However your method of rescue may doom me to retrace.
For unless you take me to a place where our hearts can be as one,
Then I will be left alone on the beach, until this visit is done.