Fortunes, mystified dunes, and tired eyes. A lonely dreamer, deathly ill, he cries. Now the wind rests on the cold sky, Feelings tonight will die. He stares, she doesn't care, about what's out there. A creature beyond control? Who will save our weakened souls? Who will carry us away, Who will be brave enough to stay? Are you standing your ground, or just messing around? The oceans' storms are fierce, let alone dangerous, Can I call on you to save us? Turn away, lift a hand. Look at hours drift like sand.
