I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,

the girl inside has a fear, 
of what the girl inside holds so dear, 
far from reality, but always in dream, 
the girl inside is screaming althought it may not seem, 

The gentle breeze moving through my hair, 
Slipping across the water a yacht gliding silently, 
The breeze filled sails carrying her to deeper waters, 
Above me seagulls swirl singing their daily song,