A prisoner of memory,
A thousand truths and lies,
Hoard them like a stamp collector,
Shield them from prying eyes.
A thousand years it takes
To form castles out of sand
Still, pray for them, by candlelight,
And blow them out your hand.
A thousand tears won’t fill the sea,
So fill it with regrets,
A thousand pounding drums at night,
A thousand dancing silhouettes.
A thousand tries and a thousand fails,
They make up all of me.
But still, there is a will,
And still the time
to sail yet another sea.