Floating there in a sea of dread
Somehow still warm
In the night time air
Realizing how vast the darkness is
I’ve whistled for hours and it seems
Not even a Pigeon can hear me
I’m becoming weak
And I’ve come to grips
Knowing death is necessary
Though I’d rather my lungs
Die in a blaze
Than drown in misery
I feel as though my life is in irons
Captured some place the sky
Meets the ever moving ocean
Clutching my compass
As I fell under
The bridge I’ve built
Seven miles of north and south
Yet somehow you found me
Floating in the Dawn
