Through all the wrongs that I’ve committed,
Through all those times and those events,
One thing right has stood the test,
That this life can not prevent,
Family, friends all disappear,
Through the couse of time,
While the thing I’ve held for years,
Becomes the sentence for my crimes.
Someone held in mind and heart,
Yet these arms hold empty air,
And even though we feel the same,
Can we allow ourselves to care,
You’ve walked with me through many miles,
Through cold and pouring rain,
Through snow and raging thunderstorms,
Through death and pleasure’s pain.
At times I’ve taken other’s pain,
And made that pain my own,
Holding all I feel inside,
The island left alone,
No matter what the fates may bring,
It all comes back to you,
But through the course of all these miles,
For us, what wish comes true?