• In from the cold, unspoken nights,
    Out from the worn, unwanted heights.
    The wind whispers softly to me,
    As I lie on my back, staring soundly to sea.
    All of my worries seem to float with the tide,
    As long as nobody is near by my side.
    Solitude helps me to think, to write, to live.
    When all I really need is to love, to give.
    So I walk on, strongly, into the light,
    And to my dark side, I must say goodnight.