If my heart sailed onward like a ship at sea,
Drifting through the waters complacently,
I'd find peace somewhere deep inside of me.

Letting go is a tiresome trial,
My tears flooding the streets for up to a mile,
Proving the things that life spits at us are vile.

With a heavy heart, I'll keep on going,
Through this hazardous life of tear-flowing,
While the entire time I'll be knowing,
My heart isn't a ship,
And I'm not even rowing.