Baskadia

If there was a someone,

An island upon which to rest,

I'd beach myself so gladly,

From this ocean I detest,

Be my refuge from the tides,

They drag me under often,

I wish to wake upon dry land,

Marooned at daylight's dawning.

If your arms are my salvation,

I'll shipwreck this drowning heart,

Be glad to wade through waves,

To make a brand new start,

There has to be a sand bar,

Upon which I'll stand and view,

Much better things to come,

I only pray those things mean you.