Into the storm of love and caring
my soul has been forever tossed
and allways in the end,

I feel like a hopeless castaway
imprisoned on a deserted island
left alone to deal with the loss.

In the night and the blackness
of the lack of sharing
my love is allways lost.

the joy I feel no matter how real
in the end seems empty anyway
buried in the desert sand.

covered in my lonliness
nothing left standing
but the cross.


Copyright 2006 Pierre Ortega