The Fields Of Ius

Solitude and I
On such lonesome seas
With our words for sails
And an endless breeze
That's always behind

And I cannot recall
Knowing what we'd find
Or whatever land (?)
I'd hoped that it's nice
Or, or better than this

But everything is so beautiful
And nothing hurts
I tell myself

But I am so lost
and so scared
and so anchorless (?)

But I must carry on
Towards horizon's hands
Through the waves like ghosts (?)
So fragile, so thin
Oh, just like my own

And I cannot recall
Knowing what we'd find
Though we'd have love
We'd hoped that it's nice
Or, or better than this

But everything is so beautiful
And nothing hurts
I tell myself

But everything is so beautiful
And nothing hurts
I tell myself

But then, from the sea
Came a name--
With his land

'Cause I'm scared
And so poorly prepared
I'm dying, then see (?)
???? life to be?

I'm more than a boy runaway
????