I'm going to try something new
hanging anchors from my eyes
so i see the sea i sail upon
is composed of the teardrops
that i shed for those without sails

I tried buckets and pails
couldn't stop them from drowning
tried helping them stop
couldn't stop them from drowning
i tried writing them songs
they still weren't sailing
tried mending their ties
my efforts were failing
and as anchors dropped in an ocean of blues
dragged my gaze down
and stared at my shoes
till then i hadn't thought
i needed to stand
so i could sail too