I count the hours and the days

I count the hours and the days,

as they count me

and the silence that has been washing upon my ears

I observe as the sun kisses the sky,

and the time that walks by,

as I count the hours and the days.

Still, I find, it is of no use

to wish upon the sun or the stars,

or the silence that has been washing upon my ears

Staring at the ocean’s blue,

It watches my tedious hues,

while I count the hours and the days

It begins to sigh and sympathize,

and with its waves it washes upon me,

and upon the silence that has been washing upon my ears.

Yet nonetheless, I thrive on the rain that falls

upon the ground

as I count the hours and the days

and the silence that has been washing upon my ears.