Blue Lights
Fictional / Gerrit Thomas
I am standing at the shore
see the ferries passing by
waiting for the final day
which almost never comes
I will never understand
why I've lost you
remembering your face again
when I found you
your hair still smells like the sea
your blue lips are so cold
I would really die to see
your pale skin in the light
so your'e gone forever
will never be awake again
but I am still waiting
for the day which never comes
I see blue lights in your eyes
reflections of another land
our golden sun will rise
I will wait untill the end