Through the loneliness of the vicious rain,
desolate wind, it howls your name.
Is it offering to share the pain
I bury deep inside?
Since the teardrop flood this ship's run a-ground
I look out from this place I found.
I see you and I question how
The river got so wide.
Passing through our aging hands,
The years slip
by like grains of sand;
That golden shore on which you stand
Now lies so far behind.
Though my love for you still brightly burns,
lack of courage, my sole concern.
My only hope, that when to me you turn,
I have nowhere to hide.