I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I whisper of fame
but silence returns
I envy the sun
I envy the sky
True freedom they have
Mine is but a lie
It cramps me, the fear
of what could be near
of what lies beneath
But can be found here
I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I tremble and cry
But I can not die
It burns within
my greatest sin
my once pure life
turned to ruin
I scream out loud
but nothing is found
no voices at all
not a single sound
On this blackened shore
The home of the brave
These dry empty words
Should they dig my grave?