The Islander
An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon

With sea winds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted

And a ship without a name
Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts

The ones on their travels homeward from afar
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became 
One of the world's unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:

An island of the universe
Now his love's a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time

Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet

And a smile beneath his brow
This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago