A piece of drift wood I am
In the sea of fate
Under the storms of life
And in the world of men
A piece of drift wood I am
Floating without reason
Tossed around by waves
Whipped by the ongoing storm
A piece of drift wood I am
Saw the sun on the horizon
Mesmerized, a goal was found
Hoping waves drift me to my beloved
But I was just a mere drift wood
Without control of his fate
The sun had set, while I am still adrift
In the sea, under the storm, in the world of men