Lonely Island by ShyHeart

I was the only one that survived. Now I live alone with myself
On this island so far away from the day to day requirements
It's funny as I think how will they survive at the office without me
Then, again I began to cry I'm so lonely, searching the sun-rise

Soon I know, a ship will come by and see me there, jumping up and down
Yet, that ship has never come. Everyday I see beauty, birds of paradise
As the sun goes down, I see their beauty in flight coming home
But for me its another night, alone with the warmth of my old dreams

It has been so long that I have been alone, my dreams of passion
They just come and go as the waves come in to claim my soul once again
Each morning I wake up beneath a hidden sun. Seems no one has ever
Felt its warmth before. For I am here alone. Every night, I see such beauty

Flying home from where I think I want to be, why does such beauty
Fly away from the freedom that I seek and pray for every night?
As to answer me, all that beauty returns to my new home, every night
Wings of beauty can go anywhere and still, they come come here, every night

I feel as time goes by perhaps the beauty of passion is to be alone
What if a ship finally saw me? I wonder now, would I be rescued
Or just sent back to the prison of dreams, shattered by some selfish heart
That can't see the beauty of the prison that once was mine in paradise?

Now I wonder how free do I want to be? Could I give up the morning sun
That warms me all day long, or the sea that speaks to my soul, saying
You have survived, the only one that shares the freedom of everyday
Belonging to yourself, you see the sun wake up and go to sleep as wings of
Beauty

As I now understand I have survived, I'm the only one to feel my soul
Smile at my heart and set my spirit free to see paradise every night
Fly back home on wings of beauty. Perhaps one day some one will
Find my remains upon the shore and surprise, they see my heart still beats

Upon This... Lonely Island

Terrie* (69.19.149.109) -- Sunday, July 17 2005, 05:10 pm

alone is the loneliest one cain be.
Guerro, my soul shares and knows this feelin',feels great to be a free spirit, alone is the loneliest one cain be as cain be, even with a heart that still beats searchin' for someone like me..great read..

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