I’m a ship without a rutter
No purpose in sight
No port to call home
Praying to the gods of ocean tides to bring me home
Home?
A ship lost in the storm has no safe haven
Not even in the strongest sailors survive the cold at the depths of the sea
That coldness is setting in
I can feel the creatures deep below dragging me deeper
I thought you were my lighthouse
I thought you were my rutter
My compass
Guiding me through the storms in my heart and brain
I just want you to hold me
Touch me
See me again
I guess you can’t see the ocean through the rain
The smile through the pain
