Ghosts of the past.
Memories only get in the way.
Stabbed in the ribs.
Is what they portray.

How a man can be all he can be.
And still be not enough.
Tides are steady shifting.
Still I lie in the rough.

Ships set asail and I watch as they leave.
Even so they may care, it's hard to believe.
Forever lone I couldn't have...