© [2026] [Chase Stringfield/ C-String] All Rights Reserved. -Marooned- Restless a tide with no end. Coiled in my throat Screaming into wind. Seeing the same four boats pass A prayer I couldn't finish I walked a little higher between the wreckage and the wood-line. Washed up on a boat that couldn't float There's a shore At the bottom I do not walk I won't be seen walking The sea is already rising. Has it always been rising? I'm alone now I'll become my own island The sea is already rising. Has it always been rising? I'm alone now I'll become my own island Restless
