Washed up ashore
In times of crisis,
in times of pain
life will let you down.
Life will feel in vain.
Where were you... when the world I gave you?
Where were you?...Is your memory really serving you?
It is a time of crisis, the time of my own nemesis.
Unnoticed bitterness now grows inside like this loneliness.
We could be united
but you chose to be separated.
So why am I reaching out?
So why do I feel like I am drying out?
Save me please from the world I gave you.
Heal me please from the spiral... I am asking you.
All of us really want to make it to the other end.
All of us ache when we feel the friendship is reaching its very own end.
All around us, we hear the cries of the crisis.
All around us, don’t let this be your own thesis.
I know you want to make it to the other end.
And I will be glad when you make it to the other end
but I will be gladder once you see for yourself...
see for your own self that you once were my very own friend.
