Jamie's Elsewhere The Prodigal
Oh wondrous, is this surrounding, where gravity releases me, so that I may stay beneath.
Ocean blue, am I really what you seek? Another nameless sailor’s ghost, lost to the sea.
Oh, what I have I become, a prodigal son, a mouth without a word to say, a question begging for an answer?
Open my eyes, to see the crystal blue. In the depths, you were still there.
Oh, what I have I become, a prodigal son, a mouth without a word to say? When all is said and done, will I reap what I've sown
