With voice lost from ages of screaming,
I stand alone in the middle of an ocean,
Shrilling for a treasure far off shore,
Praying a miracle will drive her to me.
I would spend my last dime on a fortune teller,
To tell of I am falling endlessly,
Or flying without wings,
Or at least to be sure of my sanity.
Like my head she owns my being,
My heart and breath hangs at her mercy,
In the midst of my sleepless nights I wonder,
If she'll ever answer my cowardice call,
But this one thing is for sure,
One day we'll laugh and toast to the cowardice,
And with a waving cap I'll stand in salute,
To only woman that ever made my heart skip a beat.
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