Marooned

How can I be so naive
to believe my life was mine
that my soul was brave
and thy beloved was thine?

All of my life I've sailed alone
into the depths and unknown
but now that I'd like to rest
I can not even do my best

Every face that I've seen
and every place that I've been
No one gave me some pride
not even the swing the tide

Why can not I suffer alone
in this isle, my home,
a little piece of my grave
that nobody will save?

I am still sitting on a rock
and looking at the same dock,
the soil that I've landed
but not the land that I planned

Here I just live my memory
that never meant something to thee,
so meaningless and empty
but I shall forever be