Sailing the tide
I'm on a small boat.
Surrounded by the Ocean.
The sky is dark.
When the waves are tall, I hold on.
When the water is calm I dream about reaching shore.
Pirates roam around looking for me
So I sail within the mist.
I'm running out of supplies.
I have no map, I have no compass
God took it all away.
Now all I do is hope for another day.
In these forsaken waters...
