There are no footprints in the wet sand of this barren lonely island,no one comes here,there's nothing to see but wet sand,the sea and the shadow of me.
I am at last lost,tossed aside from the realm,a master of no one,at the helm but I am long gone and well out of it.
I sit here and wait,I do not know what will come,perhaps tomorrow the sun will rise
Perhaps tomorrow I'll realise that this sanctuary is how it has to be and so I wait to see.
As the wet sands start to dry,I eye the sea and see the sky and it all fits into one and once again I am long gone.
Only echoes at the shore remind me that there is so much more to keep me here,
I fear at last that this is the last and I have passed beyond the pale,I shall ready this ship to sail
and bid this lonely place
goodbye.