Lighthouses might house the key
But can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
So that I may better find a shore...
But how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the years
It seems that I have lost my way:
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
Now I am the stranger I stay in.
All of the grief I have seen
Leaves me chasing solitary peace