[Torn Signs]

I'm alone,
It's like the long bellowing tone of the ship at sea,
Like the heart that fell out of place when you left that dock,
But I'm alone,
It's cold outside,
And I wear no frown,
Yet I wish I did because I don't even have the crown of thoughts,
Alone,
Wishing maybe that there was some sort of freedom on the other side of life.
So much pain and aggrevation.
So much to die because of.
Alone,
No point,
Alone,
Wish there was some sort of comfort in looking up at the stars or the moon,
In calling to the dead nights and steamy dull days.
Time rolls on with the seasons,
Along with all the reasons,
I'm still here.
Watchin' that boat sail away with the long desperate call.
Alone,
The call of Heaven and Hell can rise with the boat,
The call of all tides merged together in one.
Either way,
Any way,
I can't just listen to the horn of a ship,
I can't slip,
I don't need a sip,
Just let me have my own life.
Even if I am in a world of no friends or anything to love,
I'm still movin' on...
Somewhere...
And Someday...
Just movin' on alone.

No comment, just wrote outta nowhere. Peace out ye all.