I’m standing at the end of a golden beach
Just waiting in agony for the cyclone to hit
Answers just out of reach
As uncertainty increases bit by bit
These agitated waters that once were calm
Strikingly bear a resemblance to my life
I once held the world in my palm
But now my heart is fraught with strife
I have turned blind,
But I’m not without sight
I have no vision
To choose what’s right
I’m have become a vagrant,
But I’m not without a home
Directionless I am
Aimlessly I roam
I’m without life
Though I’m not dead
I have lost all will
To move ahead
But I pray that these devastating winds of change
That wreak havoc and destroy all in range
And as they solemnly ring a deathly toll
Will breathe in me a new life & revive my soul...
P.S. Thank you for giving me the start... Hope the rest of it did justice to the line!
