My small boat rocked by the waves
Rain pelting, bruising, soaking my skin
Winds gnashing, sharp teeth show their grin
Taking us to jour lonely graves

I scream aloud sinking down
As I start to think there's no hope
I touch the tip of my rescue rope
Then fishers look at me with a frown

This ain't no fish, his hate in the air
I notice the hook on my salvation
Realizing the miscommunication
He then throws me back in rising despair

Who knows what else is out in this ocean?
So here I am left in cruel darkness
The tempest just adding to my stress

Drown in emotion, lost in commotion
Then hearing a voice say this to shall pass
Afloat, no boat, waiting for this to pass
Feeling each motion, what's in this notion?

Floating through the ocean that is my life.