In quiet desperation
I pulled the words aside
To cover up the violence
That blurred my aching mind

And gazing through the portholes
Deafened by the noise
I spoke into the ocean
I’m waiting for a voice

The moon began the passage
The waves crept to the shore
The children left their shelters
And gave up less for more

And in a darker forest
No longer spoiled for choice
I told a tearful willow
I’m waiting for a voice

Gone but not forgotten now
All those sirens on the rocks
Gone but not forgotten now
Hand in hand with the lost

The mountain stood before me
And echoed all I’d done
The dreams I had abandoned
The sadness I had spun
And in the house of sorrow
The stricken may rejoice
But still I chase horizons
Waiting for a voice

But still I chase horizons
Waiting for a voice
But still I chase horizons
Waiting for a voice