When you've been stranded on a rock
and been stripped of the surrounding flock...
No one is there to help you around.
No one there to make a sound.
So your on this rock in nowhere land.
Watching this rock slowly turn to sand.
Watching the days pass away.
Waiting for that next day.
Looking forward for direction on here.
Looking for someone here to hold dear.
Tired of seeing ghosts in my dreams.
Wired to some televised screams.
So here I am, the rock and me
and it's the only rock I can see.
Thinking this is a warped fantasy
or maybe I'm just tripping on my reality.

06/04/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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