Washed up ashore Heaven told him to wait so far Rising dry lips Sunlight hitting his eyes so bright Breathing heaving Seeming like there's no route to home Darkness blinding Moon and the stars engulfs his soul He swims in the sea Deep seas surrounds him Fly high, so high He chosen the wild He roots for the sky Fly high, so high Few weeks gone by Laying down and into the car Only he knows How the island have made him smile Relief is his heart His brief moment died Fly high, so high He chosen the wild Remains in the wild Fly high, so high