Waiting for the sun in rum-soaked streets
Salt stains my lungs, I breathe in the blue
of the restless ocean and think of you
Amidst the foam and spray
that violent display, I sit
in silence and pray
Watching pigeons and the palms,
how gently they sway
I think of my path,
and the price i've had to pay
For the peace that darkness brings,
and how she always used to sing
but I was never there