Lost in this world without a bearing Like a message in bottle at sea Carried by waves of different sizes Drifting at the waves command Momentarily settles on the shore Then taken away by salty waters Pushed down hard from the surface A hurried resurface to gasp for air It is a never ending cycle Being stranded and then washed away A game of patience and struggles Till someone picks me up and keep me safe
There will always be someone who is waiting for you settle on their shore.