As I sit here staring out
Looking at the see of white
The tranquility of it all so serene
The bliss of the day gone by
The mind stuffed
The body filled
The voice rough
One last thought strikes me
The last ghost of the day comes to haunt me
as the sound gets louder the tears begin to roll
of the thoughts of everyone who will never know
never feel as I do, about who I am and where I am
This lingering thought hammered home
That once again I am alone
I am me the man who has friend and has no one
That blindness strikes me all the more with no memory of me
As I wake up from the dream
Staring out at the sea of white
Knowing that all will be lost inside with no one to share
Hearing the voices call with all the bliss
Of a day gone by