Tides of Dreams

Every night I’d wait and wish

Upon a distant star.

But every night lights light would die,

As I’d watch the heavens a far.

Giving in to forsaken hope,

I turned to the earth below,

Alas, on fields of blood and tears,

A pure wish declines to grow.

Withered faith, forgotten stars,

My heart cried out in vain.

For one good soul to hear me,

And spare my heart this pain.

One last chance, a final hope,

The tides to set me free.

Sacrificing my hearts last dream,

I turn out to the sea.