So far away,
Millions and billions of miles away.
The tears down my cheeks,
Leaves some stains.
The marks remain as the 'X' is laid.
Weapons and treasure,
Can't live without the other.
Hand in hand,
We search for that gold sand.
A mission paid with interest,
Just cover the heart and let it last.
Don't miss the chance and grasp the sand,
The timers going out.
Someone flips it around.
Because the map and passion crumbles down,
This can't fall to the ground.
