Cast adrift on a molten sea
Lost is the anchor, the tether
That held me, safe and secure
I am driftwood
With no course, no destination
Lost amongst the salted foam
I am carried to a distant horizon
Where a sun kissed sky, bleeds into the sea

Where is my safe harbour?
He is gone. Left for another shore
A whirlpool, I was spun around
Pulled into him, drowning.
Then cast out, abandoned.
I am driftwood
floating on fast, warm currents
I will go where they carry me
Until I hear the call of a new shore