The breezes of spirits long lost at sea
Aimlessly wander the shore
Whispering shadows of what they should be
Not sure where to blow anymore

Their voices are heard in the crashing
Of every wave I see
Held fast to the lightning flashing
So brilliantly over the sea

A lighthouse they seek out so restless
Lost souls in search of peace
Drifting hearts blowing on winds of distress
Waiting for their storm to cease

I feel them as if passing right through me
As the wind catches my hair
All their sad faces you'd be able to see
If only you were there