I’ve been around this isle of misfortunes
While horizons fade softly
Devoid, of a rescuer’s sail

I am the lost wreck of old
Torn away from my whits
By the riotous lap, of the maddening waves

My days are all wound together
Into a long and miserable hush
In these turbulent years

As the flame dies down
In its last flare of hope
Swept along by a devious wind