Through a dusty kaleidoscope of broken colors 

I gaze down 

Never afraid to fall
 

One eye on my horizon 

And one cast over my bruised shoulder 

Planning my next defense
 

Castaway on the pearl beach 

I sit with the foam kissing my toes 

Waiting on your vessel
 

I turn away 

Fix my sights ahead onto tomorrow 

With or without you
 

I’ll leave the past to the choices they made 

I’ll let the vile hate brew without my light 

And I’ll make my way, finally