Waves Of Solitude

Jayda


the silent waves, wash my skin,

making me whole. Riding, flying

skies so blue, sea, green and blue

the birds, ready to fly with me,

ready to sing my own song, ready to

live again, be me again. To fly above

the waves, in the sky. Soaring high

days to be faced, fears to be braved.

For the life ready for me, flying in my light of day.

As silent night comes, escapades are over,

days to be greeted are over.

So is my song, and so is my life.