I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I whisper of fame
but silence returns

I envy the sun
I envy the sky
 [bad word] freedom they have
Mine is but a lie

It cramps me, the fear
of what could be near
of what lies beneath
But can be found here

I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I tremble and cry
But I can not die

It burns within
my greatest sin
my once pure life
turned [bad word] 

I scream out loud
but nothing is found
no voices at all
not a single sound

On this blackened shore
The home of the brave
These dry empty words
Should they dig my grave?