Marooned am I, on Islam placed,
Near Schultz and Tyler I am disgraced,
To waste away my days here,
With Swan Songs ringing in my ear.
Yet East I look to see once more,
Sunset alights my Western shore,
And when night falls and sunrays weaken,
I will shine my longing beacon,
To catch the discerning eye,
Of the curious passerby,
So on the brigade look for me,
And until then I wait for thee.