Dark was it in the middle of the island,
The island nowhere in life to exist.
Waiting for hope was I and will forever,
For the sun to rise to end my bliss.
Bliss so dark to be darker than the night,
Weep did I to laugh at myself in the island.
Waiting for a dream to come true will I forever,
For the night to fall to die in the sand.
A dream to come true for a boat to save me,
A dream will it be as the wind that exists.
There in the island will I be till eternity,
Wait will I till death for my life in mists.