Prince Of The Ocean

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden

Am I too late? Are you gone now forever?

So many things I never did tell you

So many things, but still not much getting done

Examining memories, dissecting dreams

Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes

Half-baked ideas were all that I found

No guide to my future, no key to what I've become

I am an island, a ship on a sea

I drift with the winds

Where the currents will lead

I am an island, a star in the night

I scan the horizons for beacons of light

Long are the hours

Still is the sea

When you had gone through the lost and the found

What were the things that stuck in your mind?

When you were tossing and turning in bed

What were the thoughts that went through your head

I know that you're longing for some greater plan

A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land

Abandon the anchor, go set the sail

Lashed to the mast, follow the nail!