You must’ve made it this time,

You must’ve been alone,

To escape the walls of longing,

made a prisoner of hope,

You must’ve drawn a map,

That led him straight out.

He must’ve been deceived by all the walls around his heart.

Photographs that never change,

The face of you still stays the same.

And all the ways that could’ve been inside a world that’s changing around you.

He must’ve made it up, another story from a page I read aloud each night before his slumber.

A shrouding tale of love and faith and moving on.

He must’ve been relieved to know love would never stain, in a world without shame.

And I fought a thousand ocean waves returning back from which I came.

And it’s you that I wanted, it’s you that I fought for.

And I fought a thousand waves return my heart from which it came.

And it’s you that I wanted, it’s you that I fought for all along.

Alone.