I sit on this island I sit on this boat ill-equipped ill-equipped How I got here? How I got here? well... by ship island trip...
I simply stare out I gaze upon the upon the sea empty sea No ounce of hope All out of faith left for me inside of me
I think of times I recall the time away from land earth so grand My tears drop Sobbing quietly splash on sand into my hand
Huh? What's that!? Wait! Is it true!? could it be? more than sea? Swimming, swimming Rowing, rowing hurriedly steadfastly SHIP! LAND! I'm free! ...