On some lonely tides of time and place
Stranded alone in a world of talk and hate,
A little wish begins to take its shape.

Not a dream, no, I'm not one to lie,
Words or thoughts, this one is hard to write
What I am, I'll try and find, the bells they ring, my life begins now.

I am but a single drop in an ocean,
I wake up to a light that shines on every soul that breathes,
Take in the air, that flows and ebbs through every being.

And I a recluse, a lonely soul, wandering these halls at night
No possession of mine to be told
Nor no soul to love and behold.

In a journey, this life begins to take its toll,
Winding roads to a place where joy can be found.
I walk, I climb, I quit, I cry,
I run, I hide, I dream, I fly.
This life, is but a chance
To know who I truly am.
I wont give up,
Not yet,
Not today.