We wait at the shores of desperation
Watching the coming tides of desolation
Never knowing what those waters bring
Lost in waves that flow into nothing
Throw in a bottle, a symbol of longing and hope
Of troubles gone before where you could not cope
Life, sometimes she can the cruelest mistress
Where sadness visits like a cold empress
You look for the words, they never arrive
Wanting to grip on to reality so you can stay alive
Well you see my friend, I am waiting in isolation
Still here watching the coming tides of desolation
copyright Chris Smith 2011
Watching the coming tides of desolation
Never knowing what those waters bring
Lost in waves that flow into nothing
Throw in a bottle, a symbol of longing and hope
Of troubles gone before where you could not cope
Life, sometimes she can the cruelest mistress
Where sadness visits like a cold empress
You look for the words, they never arrive
Wanting to grip on to reality so you can stay alive
Well you see my friend, I am waiting in isolation
Still here watching the coming tides of desolation
copyright Chris Smith 2011
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