Surf, Surf, Surf

Surf, Surf, Surf
Came the wind on a summer's night.
It echoed through my brain
Where all my tears refrain.
And soon dawn shall come
Taking along with it,
All sadness, remorse
And weariness that shall dissolve
In the dew left behind.
 
Hush, Hush, Hush
Rustled the leaves on a summer's night.
Hush was all that I was told
Never a word to speak too bold.
To serve is my duty,
To serve is also my rights.
Where is the so called liberty
It's nowhere in sight.
 
Mop, Mop, Mop
The floor did I each summer's day.
Mopping away the trickles of tears,
The traces of fear.
No motivation to live
Nor any love received.
Only hope can lend its hand
To help me, a lonely deprived man.
 
1990