Through the window there is solid blue sky,
white sheets like marble trap me.

I am a child of love,
and yet I am the end of summer,
with hugs of no warmth,
broken hearted and you're never here.
The devil lives inside me,
Realizing my fears,
ripping my home to shreds
and making sure no one is here.

It took a while to see the island.
No matter how close you are,
I sit surrounded by cold unforgiving waters.
Alone. I'm alone.