Lost in the Mist ( storm upon the shore )

I am lost in the mist
Of all that my heart has missed

The storm upon the shore.
Crashing and slashing shaking my world
In all it natural and true beauty
Blazing and raging right on down the line

The cataclysmic plumage of a elder region
Old souls searching for
The relationship of religion in rolling scrolls
throughout the years

As the shadow captain looks to the west
Ponders on the pure wonders of lost love
Leaves me here to grief with what's left
Of a lonesome tattered wounded and cold soul

With what you given me
There can be no reprieve
Reaching for a hand
That was never there
Wanting one with
No love to spare

The wishful and woahful moan
Of a mindless drone
A Thrall to do your deeds
So long as you succeed
In your quest of happiness
And knowing yourself