Here i am, alone
waiting in a river till break dawn.
sitting beside this shore of wonder,
throwing some stones of perfection.

The more i wait here,
the more i feel dark inside.
nothing comes each day
hurts my emotion.
a bottle of wine, my letter collide
trowed on a river
to the ocean by flowing water

Like a kid, believing,
on a abage that has no point of meaning.
I hope someday she could see
my letter in a bottle over that sea.
I am waiting, Im waiting, lonely longing.