Eye of the needle
Stuck on a island with no one in sight,
Too hard to fight with nothing not even a little light despite what we saw burn early in the night,
Struggle on which way to go cause every time I turn my sorrows seems to just hit me again,
Living life on this island of what should've been but took the wrong turn and couldnt figure what it could've been,
But i've seem to be lost in my words cause the winds are choking me up with every howl that seems to escape dying like a bird,
Help.help,wanting someone to run to my rescue knowing it might be too late,
Leaving the letters S.O.S hoping I'll get on a plane and fly away,
But i guess I'll accept the faith that I was meant to be here to figure out the things that make me great,
Only god knows what i must do to be saved.
