I’ve been sailing this sea for nearly equal the seasons that I flew a plane for you
I was closer to Heaven, yet going through Hell with flight paths we couldn’t stick to.
And it’s just hit me now, as I float through the sound that the turbulence was all for naught
Every promise I fought for, every moment we made were tiny things best left forgot.
You tore off my wings, denied me the sky, and thought that grounded forever I’d be.
So I tore open myself, I cursed at the ground, and crafted a hull quite worthy of sea.
I’ve vanquished these swells, though they cannot compare to the swells you dealt both my eyes.
The roughest waters can’t faze my conquering ways much to Poseidon’s surprise.
And though I still take a blow to the bow now and then my gaze stays steadfast and true.
The horizon holds things from my wildest dreams, and they’re dreams no longer of you.